The sound of the rain echo’s through the night, out the window I look as the lighting begins to strike.
I scramble through the phone just looking for another name, fatally realizing that somehow they’ve all become the same.
I look through my memory book trying to forget that face, but they’re all full of flaws but I can’t find one in your case.
I fantasize of other girls but your memory is too much, none of them are in comparison with your warmth and your touch
Sick of this feeling I make believe I don’t care, of this girl whom I’m in LOVE with… oh my goodness I wasn’t even aware!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem