I wait each day for you
Even though I have a million things to do
I still find time to be with you.
You seldom come home to me
My pain, my agony
Is mine to live with.
I wake each night alone
Wondering if you will ever phone
I lack the courage to call you my self
I know you'll never pick up
To love is to be happy, to be free
But why do I only see sadness in me?
You will never learn to love me
I have accepted this as fate
But how to heal my broken heart
For me it's already too late!
For this day on wards
I will let go of my love
I thought I could hold on to it
But I want everything not just small bits
Acceptance is hard to come by
It's heart breaking to accept the truth
How you meant the world to me
And I meant nothing to you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem