Always thought I was lucky
Havin' you holding on, when your blue
But now that things are yucky
Not so sure that was always true
Remember when we thought
We were so much better?
Then those who faught
And we had never?
Summer days wished last forever
Break of dawn, until we sleep
Why this feeling must we sever?
When did things become so steep?
I lay motionless in my bed
Without you it's not the same
Thoughts of you run through my head
I whisper to myself your name
The truth is, I miss you near
Your laugh and your twitch
That smile from ear to ear
This wound is far too deep to stitch
This wound is far too deep to stitch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Summer days wished last forever Break of dawn, until we sleep Why this feeling must we sever? When did things become so steep? my words on this poem is -very poetic- open the window of mind into words of a poem