performances candle-lit
practiced and practiced the outbursts and sobs
the short, little gasps solidify the act
fell again and again for it
beautiful heaven
hidden by beautiful eyes
it's terrible how hard i try
explanations and confessions
pace back and forth, anxious and scared
secrets built up against the door
revelations in tension
beautiful heaven
hidden by beautiful lies
it's terrible how hard i tried
romantic lost lovers
calling out in psychic beckoning vibes
answered on the phone by absence and static
busy now under the covers
beautiful heaven
hidden by beautiful lies
it's terrible how hard i tried
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poemhunter doesn't let us put spaces at the front of stanzas as written. why? poetry is in the presentation as well as the substance.....ask e.e. cummings. right your wrongs poemhunter! ! ! ! ! ! !