How is this story suppose to end?
i'm trying to close up
and since my heart's been crushed
i don't know how to love.
it feels as if it's true
but there's no way to tell if i'm
the deal
your in love AND so am i
but life has this tale twisted
broken, stripped, in so many pieces
placing us were we weren't
meant to be
i can't dream of something
better than being with you
so instead of lying to myself
i'll just be thinking of you
and maybe you will be happy
This is the second poem ive read of yours and for some reason it all sounds the same as my definition of myself: Broken, secretive, hard to understand, finaly find love an its too hard to open up so we drive them away: Yet another beautiful poem:
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another passionate piece with great flow. i love the way you open and close this one. great job