I see your picture
You have that smile
A smile that even now
I watch for in them
A look I have only ever
Seen upon your face
I wonder how we walked away
With no thoughts of our past
And God, it kills me to picture
You putting our memories
Into the flames of forget
More and more lately
I have the urge to hear
Your voice in my ear
So i pick up the phone
But Im too coward to call
I think if only we could see
One another once again
I would see that secret
That I'm always looking for
In everyone else's face
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the first bite of love is always the one that leaves a scar. I like this alot.