Standing in a crowd,
applause in the air,
the heat starts rising,
lungs full of fear.
Voice starts to shake,
those eyes on me.
It's time she said,
as you sneaked in perfectly.
Tie swung to the left,
knees weak,
throat cramping up,
could almost fall to my feet.
In the mist,
it clears,
you,
just.. you..
is all I see.
at the end of the day..
It's Still You..
The one, I'll ever.. need.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem