I am tired; I cried my souls to sleep each night, so I can see the good in you.
My soul will shed more tears today than yesterday, I covered your fault with these tired feelings but only to be back at your center peace of distraction. I will cried but no one will bother to ask why. I leave with the feelings one day your good bye will no longer be my hope of you returning....I cried.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem