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