The arms that use to hold me
Hold me no more
The lips that use to kiss me
Are no longer here to kiss
The sweet words she use to say
As we lay in bed
Those words are only memories
That swirl inside my head
Clocks are made for telling time
Cars are made for riding
But you know I never heard it said
That a man was made for crying
3-1-09/RjH
Submitted 3-28-14
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem