She sees me.. I see her.. She sees him.. he sees... someone else...
Its another day.. I wonder how long till I break down..
The sun shines either way.. I'm tired of life..
A simple question made her so happy..
yet a part of me is dying..
why is life so confusing?
why cant there be a sign on the love of our lives..
to tell us.. she / he is the one...
the searching.. I think I'm bout done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
done as in finding someone or done as in you quit?