i could have walk a mile or two
just thinking, thinking of new you
fearing of what, what should i do
besides go to sleep til tomorrow
i couldn't describe what feeling
binding my flesh also my brain
i always picture the best side
heartache, neatly; i deeply hide
if i could burry my head in sand
without lose; suffocating or some
i could have done it a long time
i'm hard nut to crack, i'll be fine
***
poem came about by watching
a fellow who seem to be lost
walking up and down seashore. it's
not me/md
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem