He picked up his pencil
I must write a line
write it or draw it
his feelings unwind
how can I tell her
which way to go
is this the beginning
or end of the road
She said that she liked him
she said that she cared
but she didn't love him
she made him aware
still though together
they spent all their time
his feelings strangled
and held in his mind
What shall I tell her
what will she say
she does'nt want love
but I love anyway
nervous and fragile
he writes just one line
'sweetheart I love you will you be mine'
He posted his note
like he posted his dreams
next day on the phone
she had texted it seems
'you know I don't love you
I told you I cared
take it or leave it
or go look elsewhere'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice read I enjoyed thank you...