And here I sit, alone again in the pouring rain.
I know this is the path I chose
I know that this is what you want.
But, really, I don't think I chose
To lose you
And what we had.
Honesty.
It's not all it's cracked up to be.
The death of friendship.
The death of love.
A single hope of redemption, saying:
'I thought you ought to know...'
And all the times I cried for you.
I know this is the way it ought to be
I know relationships at work don't last.
But I'm only young, and surely I should be
Happy, carefree
Not the way I am.
Honesty.
It's not all it's cracked up to be.
The death of friendship.
The death of love.
A single hope:
'I only thought you ought to know the truth...'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I only thought you ought to know the truth...' nice sad lyric poem 10+++