my lashes are still damp
my eyes are still wet
my thoughts are numb
my lips are trembling
i am still shivering
trying to mend up
striving to live
struggling to win
against those fears
i dont wanna run
and be the loser
i am quarreling with my feelings
i am fighting against them
those forbidden thoughts
i want them to shun
O my dear
take my hand
for i am with you
say this and come to me
soothe my pain
for i am waiting for you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem