Fight through everything to lose again.
She's my heroine on Ritalin.
I cant think about her without committing that seventh sin.
I miss her eyes.
I miss being able to lean in to those lips.
When our lips met my heart would melt.
I remember how i felt.
Dance with you once more under a tree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
... once again very different. but i like your style. keep writing.