I sit here at this desk,
Trying to think of nothing at all,
Hoping for the time to pass my mind,
In a race to the end,
But my mind is far ahead.
I wont think the same again.
I saw beauty turn to ash,
As it rained over my world.
I felt love turn to scorn,
Where are you..?
I don't care, I love you.
I wont think the same again.
Because,
I know your perfect.
A few flaws wont change that...
You make me perfect,
You make me forget my flaws.
Let me think the same again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem