Imagine a picture of you and me
Colorful and bright so empty with in
Black and white a big catastrophe
It’s taken in a place we’ve never been
The picture is moving, the trees are falling
The wind is blowing no movement in air
There are scars on my wrist, I don’t remember hurting
The pain is now weak, im starting to care
A day pass by, another three weeks are gone
Time fly’s like a rocket in to space alone
About half way through, a mistake, it explodes
Now you have something you can not control
Something likes that, a metaphor I can’t use
Together out hearts they should have just fused
At least when they break, the small little pieces
Will be stuck in between the long wide creases
I think this is the poem that I meant to write
My eyes were shut, their was a bright light
I tried to open them it took me so long
And when I finally did I saw u my love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem