I jelously guard,
What is mine,
Although I know,
What's mine isn't always.
As it fades,
A fading that's as misty as it can get,
And as I sit helplessly,
Watching it go,
Fading through the mist,
That's life.
As my heart aches,
An aching that just won't go away,
An aching that shoots up,
Stirring my thoughts,
My tears.
As my heart goes up in smoke,
UP, up up and up more,
Moving me to more tears and many more,
Burning my cheeks and lips,
Leaving a mark where they have touched.
I am helpless,
Because I know I still,
I'll always,
Jelously guard,
What I've already lost...........you.
A very moving and touching piece endorsed with good writin.Keep writin Wangui.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yup...what is yours isnt alwais yours.... like this poem...keep writing. Nia Riz