Another sleepless night.
I don't get it.
I close my eyes,
But all I see
Is you.
I shouldn't,
But I do.
I hate this...
This torture,
But I guess I have to live with it.
But answer me this one question:
After all that's happened;
After all that I've seen,
Why do I still feel in love?
It kills me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem