You have to walk out.
Just to get away.
When there is nothing left to feel.
You have to walk out.
When there's a way out.
And You don't know what is real.
And On the way down,
Stars go by in every direction.
Space and time remain a perfection.
Except its you...
And your heart...
We all need help its true.
When the highs hit the lows
Only you will feel this love
And when the tides hit the floods
Only you will be ashore
Through unconditional love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem, Christopher. Thanks for sharing