Aleatha

I'm terrified by myself,
Nothing now is going so well,
I see him every single time,
And I'm asking "why?"
He always appears to stand in front of me,
And I always see...
How is it going to be?
If I see him, I'm sure he sees me.
I don't know now who am I...
Please, someone turn on the light,
My body is not prepared for a ride,
And my soul has no fear...
To hide.

I am devastated by your poem. Really like it, Bro!

Thanks! : )

I also appreciate the fact that you've decided to write it in English. Keep up the good work and milk cows

You know... English is more native language for me, than my real native...

Cholibka, wyższa szkoła jazdy

@Hamish: damnitty, higher school of driving.

@Mat Hey! No Polish allowed here! Slap!