Mixing and matching
Twisting and turning
Hoping and praying
Dreaming and considering
Never knowing, yet always knowing
Wanting to yet not wanting to
Mixing my heart
Matching my soul to yours
Twisting fate with the flick of a wrist
Turning my life over
Hoping that it would end
Praying that it never would stop
Thinking it was over
Wishing that it wasn’t
Dreaming of its coming
Considering letting it steal within
Never knowing if it’s true
Always knowing that it’s there
Wanting to live in the light
Not wanting the light to come
The love another
The dreams of someone close
Remembering what you used to fell
Can it come back – if you pray it so?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
enjoyable...think everyone can relate to these feelings all at once in their lives.