What will happen when all her possesions
Are all collected?
What will I do without her scent on my bed?
I will never feel as rested
My clouded judgement tells me to try to move on
But I can't leave without her
Although it tells me to try to hold on strong
But I can't live without her
Every breath I breathed was for her and her alone
So why did these things happen as they did?
I never actually wanted her to go
I only wish that I could take back all that I had said
So I'm stuck here alone, replaying events inside my head
Trying to see where it is that I went wrong
And I find where I could have changed what I said
I should have told her that I loved her all along
But shes gone
She packed her bags and left this morning on her own
And I can't come along
She just left and said 'goodbye' on a little note
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem