I keep holding on to this life.
Keep listening to these lies.
That run throughout my mind.
Trying to tell me that it's alright,
But it will never be fine,
Until I have my queen at my side.
I can no longer watch the moon turn the tide.
Because you are that moon,
And I am the sun when you hide.
We both run in a straight line,
And never will be able to find
That you and I could be called mine.
I guess 'I Love You' will never abide.
As the moon makes the sun cry.
I guess the moon has to much pride.
As the solar eclipse is denied,
But the sun always rises
Trying to provide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem