Sometimes i feel lost and stuck
Not knowing where to turn
And where i can all over begin
I see my future infront of me
But something tells me it's just a dream
I try to pull myself and move on
But i always find myself declining
I try to write a poem or two
But i just can't get it rhyming
I pick the phone and ring my dear
For her voice sweetens my ear
She picks the phone and says, ' Hi my darling'
Her voice drys up all my fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem