I opened my eyes last night,
And saw you in the low light,
Walking down by the bay, on the shore,
Staring up at the planes that arent there anymore,
I was feeling the night grow old,
And you were looking so cold,
Like an introvert,
I drew over my shirt,
And began to violently,
But all I could see was you and me,
Ever so happy,
And I knew it wasn't meant to be,
I know I'm always sappy,
You just always seem to give me,
The gift of being wanted,
I guess that's only because of you,
And now my brain is haunted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem