Time slips away
and memories fade like the picture
of you on the wall.
Who am I to say just why I kept the sun
out side the curtains closed please know
the light and how it hurt my eyes.
Letting go of what I kept inside.
Keeping what I never had controlled
my life and all the nights I cried.
There is no inner me the me that
shows out side.
Though there is you the you that nights
are for I see a shooting star.
And yes the wish
the wish I wished again I'd wish for more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem