Walking alone
On the hill of lost souls.
Where the lives of people lay
and where the trees bleed.
But when we're together,
we won't be lost.
If our hate comsuems us
we are torn away.
Between my love
I know we are far apart.
Soon time will come
and I will walk the hill
Alone.
I may be torn away but
I will move on.
Till you stich me on your heart again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I found this poem relly sweet the kind I can relate too. But it hurts that there is a chance you wrote it coz you had your heart broken... I hope not coz that stuff hurts... alot: -(