There I am again,
Sitting alone on a bench
Lonely and depressed
Hoping she comes back
Crying the tears on my sleeve
Watching TV
Only seeing a black screen
He to have left me
It’s quiet in the room
But I am busy in the head
There I am again,
Thinking about all the things she said.
I grab a paper and a pen
A poet’s best friend
There I am again,
writing about a woman
Copyright© Nadim Lost Soul
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I would like to translate this poem
Ahhh, distractions, distractions. Peace, Aisha