Time and time again,
I get to this place.
When there is no return,
Where I can't see her face.
This room is called my heart,
Which is broken and shattered.
Starting to crumble apart.
Totally shreddered.
Time and time again,
I return to my past.
Where I can't let free.
All those feelings that last.
This border is called my soul.
Which I can't break through.
Starting to feel weak,
Believing it isn't true.
Time and time again,
I'm running away.
Not knowing where.
With my feelings that stay
This time I can't explain,
I wish I could.
I will never be released,
When I think I should.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem