I guess ill write you a letter
to tell you how i feel
Ill paint you a pictureto tell you im not healed
see after we parted
I still wanted your love
and now after two moths I thought I had your love
you smell so good, so fresh, so sweet
your smile so soft, so broad, so real
your hugs are so strong, so free
your voice so gentle, so sweet
I wish i had some explanation for what I feel
now were 'just friends'
and oh how that kills
I wish you could see
the pain inside of me
I wish you could see
what i want us to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem