You think that I don’t care
And you think that I don’t cry
I invited you in to read my book
You haven’t taken the time
While I am living in your library
Reading your love stories
I am afraid to read between the lines
And my book lays unopened and I am
Wondering if you’ll ever take the time
To even read my first line
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem