Its a little secret..
that no one knows..
but this is what keeps me happy..
I take a look at the sky,
I take a BIG breather,
I smile..
I think of you..
I block out the bad..
I think of the good..
From the morning,
I start falling..
by night,
I've fallen in love, all over again..
is that even possible?
doesnt matter what I do..
I end up thinkin of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
doesn't matter what i do, i end up thinking of you...nice piece the mind is preoccupied by cupids' cloud....10++++