If Aphrodite cast a spell
All would be well
in my heart
My voice rings out like a church bell
Its like a play and ive forgotten my part
Ive forgotten what to do
Cuz im not standing beside you
I guess i have to write my own lines
While You sit there with your cheeses and you wines
But your not even the director of this play
So how can you tell me what to say?
How can you tell me what to feel?
While im still trying to figure out if what i feel is real....
How can you tell me....
To be me?
Excellent...always be yourself, no matter how people tell you to feel! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thats just amzing....the begining was superb.... »so close«