Awake, asleep.
I close my eyes better with your head on my shoulder,
I still don't promise.
Late nights, early mornings.
I shake and I can't stop smiling,
you're half awake and still twice as beautiful.
Something, nothing.
I look over at their promises,
maybe in half a breath they could be mine.
I want to, I won't.
I would choose in a heartbeat
to break my heart with you.
We have said too many times we will not promise,
these are our promises.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem