Oh, I hope that got your attention
Your sweet tune
Hummed under breaths
You sure know how to make me laugh
And how you make me forget
the things I often lack
You give me a reason to go on
Give me reason to come back
Only wish you'd give in to what got me here
One wish for every bowl I pack
Sometimes
Life is just to beautiful
Often
I find these people are just to scared
Present tense and I'm daring you
To be brave, to be rare
If you could only feel my touch
My finger tips would plead their case
They'd run warmth down your body
To your hips starting from your face
Only in sleep could I hear this harmony
To which your melody, the basis
Stunned in awe, we'd dropp a jaw
But only in this stasis
So until I wake up, I'll be dreaming of
Red bras and tall city places
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem