Feels like something goes better
Like these thoughts goes so faster
Im ready for the fight, ready for lies
Im ready for more pain then I can swallow
Still any little thing can destroy my days
Thought it were stupid questions asking why
Maybe its just me, no one do it like me
Its just a false feeling that I feel
I lost my hunger outside your heart
No heat, no cold just me and enemies
That try and will break the passage
Out from my closed eyes
Its so hard to make something so easy hard
And still so easy for me to just break apart
I imagine a lot, imagine your heart
Pushing me forward against the light
Against the air
Against the gravity that push me down
Against the sky
Against the love that wont be there
Before I count to three...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I touch your rising zeal... a nice title! ! ! I felt your words... you touched me! ! !