crumpled-up letters next to yellowed photographs
brings back the white noise of our fading laughs
now that's what I call over
now that's what you call love
backseat whispers after summertime walks
the sadness within our little talks
now that's what you call over
now that's what I call love
everything... don't let it be remembered
everything... let the ink turn it black
everything... just try to forget about it
everything... don't let it be brought back
words spoken softly in the cool night air
your fingers memorizing every strand of hair
now that's what I call over
now that's what you call love
sobbing forever against your chest
hearing you tell her I wasn't the best
now that's what you call over
now that's what I call love
everything... don't let it be remembered
everything... let the ink turn it black
everything... just try to forget about it
everything... don't let it be brought back
I never would have known
and I don't understand why I'm thinking about you
I never would have known
that I'd ever be looking ahead without you
everything... don't let it be remembered
everything... let the ink turn it black
everything... just try to forget about it
everything... don't let it be brought back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good. Clever too.