Why is it one hides what they're feeling inside?
wether it be a chuckle, or a cry
Why does the road called time go & go?
so if you don't say it, They'll never know?
Why do we wait?
Holding it all inside.
The anguish grows great,
And to ourselves we have lied.
Now for the past months
I've found these words true
_______, I love you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am glad you saw it was more than just for that of a girlfriend.