It comes from a place of deep hurt
Where cuts are bruised and stinging
And misty eyes have become faux
And you should know
That
I need you
Everynight I dread sleep for dreading
Pass in an instant, past is passion
Have I scared you off?
Please let me know
Because
I need you
Who are theese faces looking back to me
They could not have seen what could be
And the trip has turned bad
And now you know
Why
I need you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply beautiful! Excellent piece!