Midnight working on weather downs the story lines.
I try to find the truth a mist of all the lies.
God, sometimes, I wish you were mine.
I wish people didn't have to die.
When is this feeling to turn real.
I wonder when this is going to feel real.
I wonder how much i can bare
I wonder if you can feel my pain
I wonder if I'm in your thoughts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ahh! the wonders of the world hey Misty? lol such sweet poetics they make too. Smiling at you Tai,