I’ve seen her in my dreams at night
But woke up with no one in sight
Her face is there but her touch is not
I often toke and see her love
But somehow I forget what she thought
With the scars and bloody tears
There should be nothing here but fear
But a sigh of relief overwhelms me with grief
But peace is gone as her hair is long
And I listen to that sad slow country song
That reminds me of how I feel
And when I get back up on my feet
I know there’ll be someone else to meet
But no one else can fill that void
I am more lost that psychology without Freud
So I write this poem for myself
She won’t see it, nor will anyone else
In my sad attempt to grasp her hand
I am smaller than a grain of sand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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