Summer tides rest on the shores
The only thought that rests my mind
Is the memory of you that I find slipping through the doors
But I know you were so kind.
The words that possessed your heart
Always fell from my lips
Spilling from my dreams
Like crude art
The stop of the giant wheels
Is where I fell in love.
It was on a steep hill,
where you would eventually steal
My failing heart that I kept gloved
From the cold, but it was you that made it warm again
Maybe that is why
It hurt
When I heard things I wished were lied
And buried in dirt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauty, it's beauty, it's sweetness touched my heart............10 Maybe that is why It hurt When I heard things I wished were lied And buried in dirt.