I've always been able to
now I don't even know what to do
it's never been a problem before
I've always been able to write about it
talk about it, now that it hit me
I'm somewhat speechless
I put pad to pen, nothing
an empty space on a white page
shouldn't this just write itself?
not a word or a single letter
I know it hit me, I feel it
it hurts yet I like it,
I smile at the sight of it
I've spent days and still on a blank page
it's stupid to say, but I give up
a pen is in rage to silence
to express this, these feelings
no words could describe
nor will I try
the only thing I can say for certain
that it is real, I Love you
this I vow.
that is right.the best thing to vow is the love which it can not written or shown with the words. this poem is great pal.i really really enjoyed.u have brilliant thought.
This is great. the Right words of a nice poet. Stay strong through the life and fight the fakes. fight what ever that is not real. Good job
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one as well. True meaning