Without The Heart There Is No Mind
Without A Start There Is No End..
So Lets Begin The Quest With A Black Ball Pen
A Paper In Hand Where Thoughts Are Being Written In..
A Bin On My Side Throwing All My Crumblings
Thats Where My Emotions Are Falling In..
The Walls Of My Fear Are Caving In
Now My Confidence Is Listening
To Thos Eyes That Are Glistening
Telling Me That The Story's Ending Will Never Begin To Fill In..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I luved it cause it desrcibes (in a way) how hopeless people feel. Hopefully that was what u where aiming for so if that is then it did its purpose.