12 am in the middle of nowhere
a little bit south of heaven
we were flying high as kites on a strong summer breeze
and you were just about the best thing that i'd ever seen
we were dancing under a million stars
none of them quite as bright as you
and underneath that big white moon
i knew that i knew that we knew
you were the one i'd wanted so long
so many times i'd watched you walk away
but then there you were, larger-than-life and real beneath my touch
it was 12 am in the middle of nowhere
when we knew that we knew it was love
it was three weeks later when the stars fell out of the sky like raindrops
and everything i'd ever known was a lie
worse than a Nicholas Cage film
and he never realized that his Van Gogh
was a reprint from two years ago
too bad he let the real one go
12 am in the middle of nowhere
a little bit south of the ABC
feeling again for the first time in weeks
and wondering why i discarded my life
like some secondhand book at the Goodwill down the street
you were flying high as a kite on a strong summer breeze
i was an alcoholic on a bridge
trying to decide if i would sink or swim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem Eliza, takes you to the heart of emotion