Somedays you want me,
Somedays you dont.
Now you want me,
And then you dont.
Today there is silence,
Tomorrow there will be storms.
Finally definitely maybe
Today someday eventually,
O Lord I beg thee,
In thy hands remain,
My sanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hehe… you should have learned to listen on your lady’s tune of mood… the next time… it will be “Now you see her, now you don’t; into the fire... into the cold.” haha...: 0