Dying Romantic says:
I walk these streets all alone,
the sound of your voice still ringing on my phone.
You just couldn't leave our past behind,
why must I be the one that's always kind?
Your face haunts my nightmares,
and you always leave me something on the stairs.
I burn it with glee,
and yet you send more to pester me.
This heart can't take any more abuse,
so let me cut you loose.
This is goodbye...
-Dying Romantic
July 20th 2006
I really loved that poem...it was so good and i almost cried when i read it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is very sad, reading this poem makes me think of someone *tear tear* Anyhoo i really enjoyed reading it, it was deep and flowed great. Well done.