You dated a song
but she was too young
then you looked at me
to see if my pillow was free
I tried to drift away
did not want see your play
I read the notes in your eyes
and tried to connect with lies
Now that your gone
I'm dating a song
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
impulsion dies in room of repulsion as when prevailed upon intrusion.interesting write