Season changed, the weather is strange
You had lied to me again.
Secret prayers come out of me
Hoping that you'll stay.
Cause I need you. I need you.
And how can I feel you?
can I see you? can I be with you?
tonight.
Say those words I long to hear.
Say them loud and clear.
Still can't wake up from this dream.
Fantasy is so real.
Ayzhelle mendoza
July 12,2008 7: 29am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem