Day by day, I sit and think,
Why the can of beer, daily you drink.
A promise made to change your life,
A promise made to stop, and make me your wife.
My eyes are heavy with tears of pain,
I find the beer, a painful stain.
You try hard when I point it out,
A angry fight, scream and angry shouts.
I feel my heart is slowly closing,
Sadly I find, I am knowing.
The beer is truly a demon, with know controlling.
Close my eyes a dream I have,
Of you and me hand and hand,
But a can stands in the middle of our plan.
I love you deeply, it pains me so,
I can't live with this demon that you know.
I know your trying, to no avail,
I see our love going straight to hell.
Burning slowly, silent screaming,
I try to talk, no one to tell, Goodbye my love,
My heart has feel.
A drunking touch, has no meaning,
Touches my flesh, I feel the burning
A song I heard on the radio,
Sadly I see it's me.
You only kiss me when your drunk..
Painful, babe I know its meaning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The can of beer stand between you both.Kisses rained in drunken state, are not drops of pearls at all. Fantastic. But my worries is how you are going to find a partner in this world.