ITS HARD TOO SEE
EVERY THING WITHOUT YOUR EYES
NOW IM NOTHING
TO U
Y DID U LEAVE
ME
WHEN I LOOK AT U I SIGH
I DON'T FEEL YOUR ARMS HUGING ME
YOUR BREATH ON MY NECK SCARING ME
NOW IM NOTHING
I MISS U
WHAT CAN I DO
IM ALONE AND SO R U
HERE LISTON
JUST BREATH
GOOD BYE
MY LIFE
THE BLOOD
THE BONES
THE HEART
IM GONE
YOUR
BLOOD, BONES, HEART
YOUR
GONE
IM GONE BECAUSE OF U
NOT 2 B WITH U
IM HERE
SUNCEIR
THIS IS FROM MY FRIEND APRIL
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and football is war. interesting read. take care.