in so many days nothing happens
each one matters more than the one before
they say time lasts more when you wait
even longer when there's nothing to wait for
i'm tired of pain having the shape of an empty room
what's the use for mornings anymore?
mornings, daylight, double bed.. all too much for one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loneliness is the worst place, but hold on to hope that some one will come and fill the space... Cristina 10 for you...