now that the storm is over
I can't help but wonder
where I should turn
I look to my wrist
and see your charm
I can't help but wonder
maybe one of them
should be wearing it instead
now that the storm is over
now that you don't need me...
you're calling my name
but I don't believe you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked your poem but I am getting a little weary or your constant theme. I know it is hard to do with your poems both containing glee and fear.