Today I found a recipt in your car.
A holiday for two
To a place I've never been.
I guess I know where you were that week
you were nowhere to be seen.
And it doesn't make me mad,
Just a little less guilty
'cos i know who's to blame
and it's a shame It took so long
for us to see.
That you and me should be back
between the sheets.
Just like we were, that night I made you walk away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem