To stop before it slips
I clutched my fists
Way too hard
But it squeezed itself out
Your love for me
No reasons found
To never return
to these parts
Empty handed
Now I am stranded
In lonely alleys
Unknown paths
But I will wait
For the next
Summer winds
Riding them home
Cutting up all my strings
The strings of love
And commitment
With which we
We're bound for life
But you said
they tied you down
Stopped you from
Taking a flight
While I was enslaved
Traces of tears
On my face
As I craved
For endless skies
Summer always comes come round again with new fresh winds. And your a beautiful woman, so... I have a feeling in a bit of time your chest will again be on fire... Love is such an evil thing and i love every potential of it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Donnie...will wait if you say so