These tears want to fall
But I wont let them
They are not tears of pain
But joy
So happy to talk to you
But yet mad
Glad to be friends
Happy that and nothing more
Walking with you behind the building
In the cold with your blue jacket
Happy to know that I have a friend like you
So let my mind wander
My imagination soar
And my eyes seek
And one day things wont be the same but for
Once I was lucky and got a trip to the past
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem