Every poem I write,
my heart dreams of a song
A composer to finish,
so these lyrics belong
If I can't breathe in and sing,
as it calls out my name
The lines stay on the paper
—feelings never the same
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2018)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I, too, face this frustration, I write a lyric and wish someone could sing it! A touching poem,