She was gone.
Nothing more I could do.
He had stolen her away.
I could never get her back.
Imagine my tears on the subway.
Silently crying while my heart beat faintly.
Sounds like a Bush/Gore election.
Like Gore, I chose not to run again.
She was mine and I let her get away.
I was smart enough
To try and fight for her love.
But he won out and now I'm all alone.
Imagine my tears on the subway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem