I don’t care for you anymore,
Can I throw it all away?
Perhaps recycle, if you wish it that way
All these pesky memories and moments
No longer of use to me
I don’t love you anymore,
Can I refund all my time?
Time is money, as they say
And ive become a begger in the streets
Don’t leave, you may say
Why stay? I will say
Its like staying in a vacant room with pictures hanging
Pictures of lonely eyes, without moving lips
Why stay?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautiful poem. Such questions do erupt in forlorn minds, and you have so beautifully asked, 'Why Stay'? Your poem deserves a 10/10 which I would be so pleased to give, but sadly, there is no voting slot visible beside your poem. Well done!