the satellites and stars
we lay under them tonight
connecting them together
with whispered dreams
prayers of pretend.
(this memory)
the air holds our breath
all the timeless nights
we can call mine
yours
and ours.
'unforgettable'
you swear it is.
you are the beautiful color that dies.
(I'll never keep)
let the grass keep the imprints
of me
you
ours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one a lot; D