Dear you, perfect you,
In the shell of your self esteem, all hollowed out and gone,
I kiss the tears from you face, with these chewed apart lips
and promise that we'll move on.
And sixty miles down the line, that little house with seaside walls
drowns all fear of the past.
I whisper,
hold on to your dream,
all coloured in blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dreams are what make life