Spinning, spinning, spinning
This world is a blur.
I close my eyes as i continue to whirl.
And when i bring myself to a hault
I sit up and smile
as my distorted world comes back
If only for a while.
I wish i could just reach out
Towards the looking glass im connected to
And break through and touch you,
And make you smile.
Just for a little bit longer.
a very good poem. just keep reaching and you will break through, smiles are met to last for ever when were happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OH this is beautifull, very well written and filled with pain, however somewhere you want this pain to smile...... Very good.... Bonnie