You know this feeling, it's kind of magical,
I guess it's the closest you can come near magic
You are sleepless, can't eat and gets stomach ache,
because of all the butterflies who fill up the space
They want to break out, fly up in the sky and be free,
free from the prison from deep inside, go out and be wild
You tell yourself, 'Just one more time, one more look',
but you know that inside it's no good
The only one who can fill up the space is him,
but he is too far away and it's making you ill
So what do you do, you call him up,
you can almost feel your heart stop,
the voice, oh the voice! It burns you up!
Who would have thought that a 'hello' could be so beautiful,
so simple but yet so strong,
and who would ever have thought a 'goodbye' could feel so wrong?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem