Hey! Miss interpret this:
I've still got your clothes and your smell on my sheets,
I drove down your road in hope that we'd meet
Again.
All my intentions were there
But I know you're gonna ask: 'where? '
'cause none of them ever materialised.
Intentions is all they were
Intentions are all I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad but witty at the same time, I really enjoyed this one Aaron. Hugs Anna xxx