give your hand, help me to stand up
although my back is bent
yes it is me crawling on the ground
i'm no longer the brave fighter
i'm just a hopeless watcher
i don't believe in love anymore
the love people made for themselves
the murmurs coming out of their needs
it cant shake me inside
making me the one i searched to be.
learn me to talk, breake my silent
i wont say nonsence any more.
learn me the alphabet of love
i write it on my soul,
where is completly vacant,
where i hope once to see the blooming
tell me the secret of my being
the miracle which brings sense to me
then i die easily
tara mahdavi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-love-133/
