We love eachother, more than anything in the world,
But why does all the things we say,
Cut so deep, because of one simple word,
A bad word cut the deepest wound,
And leave the biggest scar,
Why not just think about good things,
Or is it cause we live too far?
Distance is a bad thing, and always was,
Wandering for ages, just to get what you want,
I would walk the universe, right till the end,
But would you be there, as I want you to,
To meet me up, and give me your hand?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i would..if you wrote to me like this.. ha ha..