Heartbeats, broken dreams
falling apart at the seams
it seems, it seems, the seams
of our dreams, were never
as strong as they seemed.
Writing as we start to fall
A melody to catch us all
But we all fall too fast,
The melody flew, soaring past
So beautiful, so unique
The Vixen Physique
Soaring higher than we fly,
With a last tear in our eye,
We break the gaze and look around
right before we hit the ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem