Everytime I see you,
My hair stands up straight on my head.
And it brings me back to,
All the conversations that are now dead.
Through all the tears Ive cried,
I hope you'll see my broken eyes.
And know that I've tried,
But still a little part of me dies.
Everytime I see you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, you can tell it as it is.