There was something about the way he looked at me.....
Your smile,
Your eyes, the way you held me.....
It felt so good......
And in the blink of an eye, it was gone...
I tried to feel it again, but my dreams were dashed like the wind..
But now,
Somethings happened,
There's someone out there,
I peeped through in the door,
And I wasn't all that sure what I could see,
So now, I stand on the edge,
Do I jump?
Do I let myself fall again?
Will I let myself get hurt again?
These are the questions you've left me with...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem