I walked out your door knowing in time,
that you wouldn't be mine.
But what could I do knowing that you didn't
feel the same way too?
I remember all of those nights sleeping with
you by my side holding you tight,
knowing in time you wouldn't be mine.
I hear you found someone new, are you going
to break his heart too?
Does he make you feel the way I use too?
Does he make you smile like I use to make
you smile?
Look in your heart and see if you can find
the remains of you and I and a reason why
you wouldn't be mine.
Peter J. Slack
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem