</>Hey,
I am calling to say
What's been kind of left behind
In the back of my mind
Well,
I guess I'll have to tell
But no matter what
I want you to know that
You
Are like my heart, too
For without you I would cry
And eventually I'd die
If
I could make you believe
Maybe you'd pay attention
To the things that I mention
So,
It is my time to go
For nothing's what it seems
Because life's made of dreams...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem