I sit here
With tears in my eyes
Without breathing
With a cigarette burning
And my mind swirling
I’m not prepared for this
How could one prepare for this
Maybe I should of...
Maybe I could of...
All I know is I’m here
With tears in my eyes
Not breathing
Yet I’m screaming
My heart is bleeding
You gone
You left me
Abandoned our trust
Fight I must
I miss you
I need you
I just need to see you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, the burning cigarette also burns the desire of the smoker that seeing his lady's face again.Somehow this is really a sad poem that tells me how our lives would be changed by the mesery of love : (