Sometimes, I search,
tripping over the stone
that’s meant for me.
Before long, I realize the
suspended magic of
the stone is what I seek.
So to the stone I scream,
“Crack”
and release all that I need.
Can I tell you anything?
Can I say these words I sing?
Crackle my heart,
wipe away my frown,
build me up,
don’t tear me down.
Hit the mark,
Cupid don’t miss,
all I need is
that one kiss.
At the end of the day, I sit
in my empty room collecting
thoughts to dial up the phone.
My passion in life are these
minutes with you, talk about
events, we crack the stone.
You are the one I want
to speak to-more than a friend-
before I rest my bones.
Can I tell you anything?
Can I say these words I sing?
Crackle my heart,
wipe away my frown,
build me up,
don’t tear me down.
Hit the mark,
Cupid don’t miss,
all I need is
that one kiss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cupid don miss! i love it. keep up!