You call out my name, like a song
That is written for me, me alone
Words for me, you have plenty
But love for me you just don’t have any
The thought of not knowing
I look around now, I was hoping
Maybe groping
Worse still, I may find myself sobbing
You say you love me
But those are just words to me
This is not working for me
So stop thinking you can run over me
So like the wind on a cloudy day
I look at you fade away
And I know it’s time for me to be on my way
Whether wrong or right
I will be gone by night
it is time for me to be on my way. good write. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like love gone sour and enough is enough. Sweet one