Your friends keep talking about you,
when i'm trying to heal.
Its like they don't want me to,
whats the big deal?
Is it just to push me down?
Is it just for fun?
I feel like you're still in town,
eventhough you're not around.
And that makes me feel your eyes,
that feeling in my heart that never dies,
the way that you make me fly,
eventhough i'm not striving high.
The way that you hold my heart,
making it hard for us to part,
the way I wanted you from the start,
hitting the bullseye with a dart.
But you're gone, not here.
Why is it like you're near.
I feel like I hever to fear,
about the way that you're so dear.
I feel like my hearts dying.
Although i'm still trying,
to stop my heart from flying,
and just let go...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem