Crying.
Over you,
why not?
Ok, so you said it.
You loved me..
Once upon a time.
Now though?
You want to move
leave me behind...
leave behind all the memories
Blondie..
Yes you, blondie
You rock.
You know it
And yet after all these years of not speaking..
I still love you.
Yes you there...
Blondie.
Don't leave me.
This is my last chance
Listen to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This has a song-like feel to it, despite the lack of obvious form. (A sad song, needless to say) . Something made me want to read it again and again. Nice work. Jon x