Not Right enough for Right
Not wrong enough for wrong
I’m laying here in bed
Waiting for guilt to move along
Never understanding why he loves what he love
But somehow I can’t help but love it too
Feeling down because it hurt me the way it do
Greatful for all it gave
A strong thing I agree
But always so violent and paining toward him and me
This man I don’t understand
Happens to be my one and only friend
Thinking him and I will never part
But I guess that’s not the plan
I know I’m not going far
But it’s the thought that counts
There isn’t such a number
For how much our love amounts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem