You want to kiss me
I say don't
You think you'll miss me
I know you won't
All these things you say
To just get me out of the way
Need to move on
No chance for us
Not when thinking in the long run
Best to quit while ahead
The thought of an us
Needs to be put to bed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm not too good at moving on myself, always lost in some form of pointlessness.