It doesn’t matter much to me
I guess it doesn’t matter much to you
The highs and lows of a relationship
Have run their course and served their due
The leaves of autumn turning gold
The time has come, time to depart
It’s what we need, it’s for the best
So why this breaking heart?
Copyright Brian Peza Perrins 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem