One cup on the hook
One raincoat on the door
One key in the lock
I dont love you any more
Theres a spear space on the sofa
A crack in my heart
A blank space for my future
Now that were apart
How did this happen
After all the things we said
The taste of dust and ashies
Now the love is dead
One pillow never slept on
One ring never worn
Alone again as helpless as the day i was born....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have a gift. I felt the sadness from beginning to end. Brilliant piece! ! Regards. Craig.