when words just cant describe
the meaning to your soul,
when your essence is the meaning to how your world does go,
when memoires do plauge your mind,
abundant full of soul,
i wish i could remember the way that life would go...
despair are my emotions..
two words combined you will see,
forgetfulness a wishfull dream, on which you think on me...
the shadow of a friend,
obscure and seeking silene in the dark...
recurring dreams! ! ! that haunt the night so still.......
the emptiness misguideded movements..
on which i cannot see...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Are they dreams you wish to have.. or are they laid so very bare.. best that you forget.. or dreams... that tell you what you need to know.. but in the morning can not remember...iip