Is our night, what we expect?
Are our hearts as pure as in the start?
Can we say we’ve grown older?
Is it enough now for you?
You say I will be someone,
That my heart can give so much more,
But I feel it’s falling apart
I feel I can’t give any more.
-November 26,2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem