no, really, you continue calling
but i do not want to speak
honestly i see too much of you
so i've spoken my piece
but, it kinda hurts when i know
that love's blind of hurt: hello
please, do not add expression
to the weakness in your voice
walking, calling, talking to me
giving me disease
it kinda pains to let it rain
when all i feel is fire in my veins
so don't call me anymore
i won't be there to pick it up
listening, thinking, anxiously waiting
for you to call me, so stop
i won't be there to pick it up
you walk and talk and call me
reminding me of better days
before pain was always free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
u remind me of me... my present scenario... beautifully crafted! !