what have i become
in this run-down ghost town
noone's around
& it's all too quite
i long for you
with all my heart
feeling tha same
day after day
it's taken awhile
but lonliness sat in
& proved to me
that we're no more
what have i become
but a lonely soul
still believing in things
that are now dreams
i dont like who i see
when i look in that cold mirrior
times have changed us
and things are no longer as they were to be
this old run-down ghost town
is all i have left
my heart aches with pain
knowing its not to be anything, but a dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The tumble weeds a blowing through this emotional piece well written thanks for the read. Regards Dave T