Sing me a song,
A bedtime lullaby,
I know your leaving me for her,
But please sing me one more song,
I will miss your voice like the sound of soft summer rain,
As you laughed and talked with me,
You’re slowly becoming a painful memory,
I was wrong to think you loved me,
You made me happy then left me in the cold to die,
I told myself I didn’t need you,
But the truth is without you…I just want to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem