my emagination must of overloaded
am i going insane
only i wander
again and again
hes always there with me
atleast i see
but as if right now
hes all but not real to me
i can feel his lips
press aginst mine
i can feel his cold hand
on top of mine
yes insane thats the onl way
to describe this happiness
of love and disire
i hope he never fades
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem