Why does this this day seem to go this slow,
Why must I wait this long to see you,
My ideas are dying out.
My imagination is starting to deteriorate as time goes,
This pain in my chest
It burns and hurts so,
Why must i wait this long,
Just to see you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sickening waiting superbly said....normal aspect of love generally seen....good writing