I sit here and think of a time
When I would smile
Sadness is my friend
It has been like that for a while
Even though I go through the day
The pain never stops; eating away at my sorrows
And bleeding my heart dry
Even though the blood has gone
It beats and beats never stopping
Yet I cry theses tears in hope for a man
A man who will not be my shadow
But hold me dear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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