To you..
I am just another guy,
a fish in a tank,
a tear in someones eye.
To you..
I am no one,
just another poet,
just another lie.
To you..
I am just another face in a normal day,
a breeze in the wind that comes and goes again..
another cookie in the jar and you would care less if I was left as a crumb.
But to me.. You are my world..
My doses of acid..
My sweet breakfast on the table..
My dropp of tear on my face.. cuz I had to let you go...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem