I find it funny
That whenever and if ever I can
Feel like a princess
Theres something in the way
I have no words to say
With all those mental rays
I find it hard to tell you
I find it sad to believe
That all those wondering knights out there
Are the people who leave
why can’t you see
Your words are always there
Crisp like morning air
No matter the words coming from those lips
I still have the world at my fingertips
This is how I see it
And im crying still to this day
From all the hurt words you say
Where are my words when I need them most
Are they gone, the dictionary’s ghost
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great symbolism you got there! This one is wonderful! ! ! !