Every once in a while
We get that feeling
That thing that makes us jump out of bed
With a smile on the face
That thought that makes our cheeks blush
Those butterflies
Every once in a while
We get that feeling
That thing that makes us not want to get out of bed
That makes us want to cry, instead
That thought that makes the heart ache
That compresses our chest,
We don´t wanna look, we don´t wanna think
Think about that thing that made us feel this way
Than every once in a while
We promise ourselves, we won´t go there anymore
We talk about caution,
That thing called passion
We even use the word illusion…
But then..every once in a while
We do get that feeling…again
That puts a sweet smile on the face
Compresses the cheeks
And the heart..no longer remembers the pain…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem