Yesterday
I thought I was only tired
Tired of fighting what I feel inside
Fighting to the love I have inside
Now
I’m tired of everything I do
Tired of escaping to forget you
Even tired of crying over you
Tomorrow
All I want is peace
Serenity, tranquility, quietness
However you call it, but for me
I call it “SWEET”
03.10.06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem