Flowers are growing inside of me
And as I come near you
I can feel them
Brushing my thoughts,
and everything I never felt before
That feeling
Of wanting you to be here
Wherever, and whenever
And I keep
Wondering where'd we be
If there was a chance
Of an us
But once too many flowers spread
They are suffocating
They press against my lips,
Reminding me
what l cannot and will not say
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem