Just a trail of pedals
As Im walking so light on my feet
Never thought I'd follow
A path that's so sweet
How can a touch
Make you feel like your in a dream
How can your eyes
Make me feel like I'm swimming in a stream
Like a waterfall; so rapid
I'm falling too fast
But even when I land
I never seem to crash
Cradling me in your arms
Like I'm a precious piece of glass
Hearing the rumors of young love
That this is never going to last
So you run your fingers through my hair
Promising to always be there
And you'll look at me with watery eyes
Whenever comes the thought of goodbyes
Believing that the moments he brings me
Was only created to end
Are only for the people that believe
That young love is pretend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem