I want to know it.
Tell me,
I beg you.
If you open up your past to me,
I promise,
it'll be worth it in the future.
It'll pay back to you.
Because I want to tell it to our children.
It'll be much easier for them to understand you,
to understand what you'll do.
I promise you they'll understand.
You'll have no choice.
But your lived days will be worth it all.
We'll have children,
and we'll love each other.
We'll have the family you always wanted.
So could you,
my love,
give me the honor
to know it all?
YOU ARE READING
English poems
PoetryThe first thing I write here in English - a small amount of poems and writings, where some of them link to each other, but some of them don't. It's up to you to construct the whole picture in your mind. Mostly just from my "2AM and still awake only...
