Poems

I write poems and I thought that I'd try and translate them for you, one every day. The first one out is one I wrote today:

I ran out of time

You have the most amazing smile sweetheart.
The kind of smile that makes you warm inside everytime you see it.

You have something that makes it impossible not to like you.
Something that makes me wanna hang around and talk for a while longer

Before.

Before I got burnt for the thousenth time.
Before the last butterfly in my stomach died.
Before, while I still believed.
Before, I probably would have fallen for you.

But now is after.

After the last time I had the courage to take a leap.
After the last time I'd feel tingles.
After the last time that fear didn't win.
After, when I no longer fall.

I ran out of time.
Time for love.

But don't feel sorry for me,
because my heart was emptied the last time so I don't even feel sorry for myself.

Love,
is for everyone else.

I ran out of time.
Time for love.
The last butterfly died.

Don't feel sorry for me.
Don't be mad at me.
Live and love while your butterflies are still alive.