while they were busy painting this whole town pink, i wrote of you.
While fireworks sprunk in the air
it painted your potait in my eyes
like a toddler i am hoping on you to breast feed me so i can grow.
Like kisses blown in the air, i cant feel them, i need you close
but all i can so is to wait
my heart beats faster than its norm when you hug me.
My soul will never be at piece without your hand in my hand
to dream of you is all i can do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem