From the backseat of my thoughts,
I'll ready my heart,
Telling you, it's so hard,
I'd rather buckle up and brace myself.
No seatbelt, without control
We are crashing.
Screaming, 'It's so hard, '
I'd rather give up and go home.
But our eyes meet, that gleam,
Pervades and saves us once again.
Softly whispering to go on, go on,
Just go on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your turn. You Are My __________ is yours to write, I'll start working on my sequel. you might want to try airbag? ? hmm...na maybe not. I still love this poem. The Great Original. Keep penning your inspiration. -landrey