Walking these repeating streets of old,
My mind is hallow, my heart is cold
Over and over i trip, i fall
Over and over your name i call
This winding road is never ending
My broken heart is never done mending
Because, though i try to walk away,
From this path, my feet will not stray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Me too..... great write