like thorns in my brain
giving me lots of pain
and making me go insane,
looks like i cant find my way,
or tell if its night or day,
dont know what else to say,
now i've got disturbia
and also malaria,
crowned with insomania,
now i've gotten emotionally old,
i think i'm no longer bold,
i do as i am told,
finally taking a bow,
crashing to the ground,
and giving up to the thought of her,
the angel with the light,
leading me through the terrible heights,
and guide's my heart right............................................
true and pure emotion here ur heart is honest and amazing the same as this poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice try... thanx darling for sharin this beautiful poem.