Sometimes I think..
This life, I was givin'. Why?
Better off, I think I'd rather die.
Why awake, and fake this smile?
I'd rather sleep, and dream a while.
These dreams are better, than reality.
Why's this sadness, inside of me?
She lays here with me, through this storm.
So sweet and pretty, her skin so warm.
Without her I'd loose it all.
My sanity into free fall.
I need you.
You pull me through.
Lexi loo - I love you!
4 - years love. At times been rough.
And still, I can't get enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem