I’m leaving my dreams on your doorstep.
You wanted them, and now you have them.
You didn’t want me to have them;
You wanted to take them away from me;
So here - now you can have them.
I don’t need them anymore.
You lose.
I’ll go after something real from now on.
I leave you with handfuls of nothing:
Dreams and a son who no longer loves you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Powerful. I like it.