I feel so lifeless.
Singing Aerosmith's Hole In My Soul.
Talking to nobody.
Mourning to oneself.
Cursing tomorrow, and whatever it may bring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i let things come as it is like the rain that falls and the river that brings it out to sea i take life as my love plays the piano her fingers dabbling out notes of my life so....naturally