Here I sit on my bed
Staring and thinking of you
Searching answers for all that
Here I sit alone
Thinking of you
Your eyes
Your smile
Your voice and its beautiful sound
I sit and remember how at first my feelings were
And how they are now
You're turning through my head
Every single moment in the day
I try to distract myself with something else but you
But I just can't
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Darkness. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.