Does tome erase the way you feel for me
Does it divide the memories into aging clouds
Does your heart begin to grow cold
If only I could keep you warm. still.
I havent seen you in, what.
One, Three, Five days since
Would it be smart to say I want to see you
I dont want to
But when I grow lonely. Night times.
I think of you and realize
where you belong
Heavy nights under the rooftops of our bedrooms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It keeps the reader going... congratulations! A blessed afternoon.