maybe i’m just lost in this world
dreaming the dreams of some other girl
in your eyes I see you
looking through me
and I wonder if you feel the same
or if you’re playing some little game
in fact – no, truth is worse than lies
it's not possible to fly in the blackest of skies
but do tell me just one thing, before you leave
is it me you can’t handle, or the dreams in between?
March 28th 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem