wish me luck on the trip
snipped flipped ripped...
peices of these memories flickers in the flames
im the one to blame
for believing that life was sweet
i must be ignorant to the truth
for the truth now fades
im running and chasing each piece i can
out of breathe i stop and look
and what i see is the darkens skies
reminding me of my gloom
ripped tripped slipped
of what was reality
im now stuck in a dream to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem