In a whole I have made my bed
I lay each night in the dark telling myself im happy waiting as time passes by and I wast away
thinking of the choice I made hoping it all works out
knowing there is no undoing what's been done
dreaming of the one that will never be mine whlie I am somebody else's
knowing the end is not near
and nothing will change
I made my bed now I most lay in it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dreaming of the one that will never be mine whlie I am somebody else's This is a difficult dream to cope with.