Late at night I lay in bed
As thoughts of you roam thru my head
Staring blankly at my mirror
I wish my future could be clearer
I look away as my tears stream
There's no reality
My life's a dream
What we had is in the past
Why can't the good things ever last?
Like walks together hand in hand
Silent questions, no demands
Awakened by my own sharp screams
Reality then hides away
And all my dreams come into play
Hiding me from all that's true
But one thing I know
I will always love you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem