Should I leave or should I stay?
Or should I taste
The pain of walking away?
And if I do so
What will happen to me next?
The nights will be bright
With the light of the moon
But I'll be lonely.
I'll be happy outside
But very sentimental inside of me.
It's hard to make
Such a hard choice
When you know what will happen later wards.
But I'm in love with a girl
Who doesn't really exist.
Because every girl I love
Disappoints me in the end.
Maybe I wasn't meant to be loved.
I'll leave and try to become a Reverend Father
In any Catholic Church where I'll be accepted.
I'm sure it'll work for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem