Did you think leaving was better
Didn't you hear me call
You said you'd be back
I put my heart in your suitcase
You didn't notice
You didn't know what love is
And you never tried to find out
You never knew the hope of a smile
Or the anguish of a late night
Or cosy nights in
You never knew how much I'm loved now
How good that feels
Well it's too late now
'Cause I put my heart in your suitcase
And you left it there
Your life was a shard
Which you cut me with
When you said goodbye
You didn't want to know what love was
And you didn't even try
I was so needy
Could you feel that?
Did you taste that?
ANSWER ME?
WELL?
You never tried to find out
Never knew the hope of a smile
Or the anguish of a late night
Or cosy nights in
Well I'm loved now
And it feels good
I put my god damn heart in your suitcase
But you didn't even notice.
Greetings. Interesting piece. It took a degree of bravery to illustrate the pain (whether biographical or not) , you were feeling. Favourite line: 'I put my heart in your suitcase'. OL, Eli
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant Margaret, a hard hitting yet lovely poem with lots of feeling and emotions.