Where once love seemed safe
(At least he saved my heart)
Through rejecting me
(His refusal was pure art)
He planned his escape
(And he carried out his part)
And lonely's my place
(But inside's a dreadful dark)
Now I'm the dusty refuse on the street
(though was done, with no ill will at all)
I should be accustomed to defeat
(But why should my own smallness make him tall?)
Life goes on as the cad was bad an' he ain't tall...glad its not as bad as it seems...regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everything gets good over bad with time.No worry.