Just count the sheep and think of sleep
its easier said then done
because thoughts of you come creeping through
as I count them one by one
This anxiety high keeps my head in the sky
as my body waits below
while blue birds sing and depression rings
all gifts that you bestow
The quickest cure is telling her
but that's easier said then done
because memories of you come creeping through
as I count them one by one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hhmmm such a lovely rhyming piece...well worded and true it is easier said than done...10+++