There he is across from me
a veiw that is easy to see
His hair of brown
his studying frown
my thoughts are grim
the lights they dim
is it love
or is it fait
i do not know
so i do not show
how i feel
its how i deel
our unspoken words
not deminishing seperate worlds
but i start to wonder
if love is under
my breath my mind
is it that im blind?
but then again
the message im sent
repeating its self
my feelings melt
I do not love him
i didnt think i did
it was a trick of the mind
a pause in time
but the again
it did happen
but he told me no
then i let go
my feeling passes
my memorie flashes
but he did me a favor
in a way hes my savior
im no longer in the pain of love
my feelings no longer shoves
my acheing heart
but how did it start?
that will be let go
and never to show
ill love again
but god knows when
a different warmth will grow
and time begins to slow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem