O how i love you
Being awake at such different times
Doesn't seem to make a difference
Doesn't seem to make a difference
As the counting crows sing
The counting crows sing
And I don't hear a thing
I'm sure that this is happiness
Happiness I got you trapped
In a corner
Of my mind
If only
All days could be like this
The sweet bitter of nothing
The sweet taste of wine
The sweet comfort of a poem
Just a poem
And nothing on my mind
And nothing to add
Nothing to add
Im sure I will be sad
Some time soon
Just not right now
Cause I got happiness
In my back pocket
And yes I did it
Thank you for the flowers
I keep them in a bucket
A blue bucket
Of gratitude
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem