Spring of May...
You became so far away
Everything around me became grey
You're not only spring of May
You're spring of everyday
You haunt my inner diary
Your picture doesn't leave
I think you stole my heart
What a harsh sticky thief!
I'm trying to stop thinking of thee
You flew away but still occupying me
I'm crying begging to set my love free
Let it fly let it beat, its my wish so mote it be!
I read your pretty poem. You have great imagination that helps you too much. I loved your poem. Keep writing more. Thanks.
nice piece... You haunt my inner diary Your picture doesn't leave I think you stole my heart What a harsh sticky thief!
Love in the springtime is ever so beautiful. It blooms like the flowers. Sooner or later the love that flourish will fade away like the fresh flowers. Hopefully the seeds of love will remain. Nice write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well-structured poem! ! ! ! I like it!