My patience Is running thin
feed my dieing dream
I'm almost out of steam
I'm starving for your affection
I want your everlasting touch
I want to breath the same air
cure me of my hurting heart
hit me with reality
but I don't like the way it feels
remember the moment we had
hold on to your memory's
it won't be long now till I turn to stone
then maybe you will realize
my love was strong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem