Quietly, carefully, with best intention in my head
Each night in slumber I beg for the truth to find me in my bed
Yearning for my heart to scream the answer
Accepting slowly that you may never be my dancer
Filtering personal truths in a sunny playful way, but reality is I wish they never knew this insatiable pain
My heart dies a little bit each day with empty desire, and yearns to physically feel love again
Dark sky, moonlight, devouring juice to help forget
Waking to the percolated liquid for energy embrace this rat race
Lit morning sky, a new day of hope, wish I could take back my heart and walk away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maybe one day he will find you and you'll walk out of the darkness together.