Sometimes I wish that he was you when i look into his eyes, and instead of seeing glistening black crystal blue, just like the sky.
Sometimes I feel like I am glass in a pane you see right through, and it kills me because he loves me but I'm in love with you.
Sometimes I wish that you could see into my heart, so you would know that I'm for real, and that I have loved you from the start.
Sometimes I wish that you could see me, I wish you would try, so that when I say ' I love you' and i look in someone's eyes, rather than a glistening black, they are blue just like the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem