Missing lyrics.
I had wrote a thousand of lyrics to that woman, those poems that she never going to read, I wonder if she still thinking of me?
C’mon little book of hundred stories that were create in life and develop in somebody’s mind, a mind of a poet that had die into a life of darkness.
They say that when is true love you can see it even on the dark but today my heart is falling apart as one day it fall in love.
Missing lyrics of thousand poems of love build by beautiful feelings that could it create the most beautiful work that I hadn’t created yet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem