'tryin g to think of something happy to write, but i just cant find the words. lost in this problem. i wish i could run away. anywhere but here is good. and eveerytime i think of something sweet, his blue eyes burn into my brain. i see them everywhere i turn. and all this blue around me isnt helping. if i could just talk to him and tell him how i feel...maybe the tears would evaporate.' breath in. breath out. walk 3 steps. sit down on the cold hard floor. and cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem