My Forehead Trickles With Sweat
My Heart Starts To Race
As I Gasp For Breath
I Look At Your Colorless Face
I Leap Out Of My Bed
It Was Just Another Nightmare
That You Where Dead
I Run My Hands Through My Hair
I Want To Call and Check On You So Bad
But I Know In My Heart I Can't
And It Makes Me So Depressed and Sad
Becauce If I Do You'll Just Complain and Rant
Besides The Fact Your Not Mine Anymore
So Its Up To Your New Boyfriend To Do That
I'd Tell You I Still Love You But What For
Even Though You Used Me Like A Baseball Bat
You Prolly Wouldn't Pick Up The Phone
Just Let It Ring Until Voice Mail
You'd Act As If You Wheren't Home
Long After The Taste Of Your Lips Have Gone Stale
So I'll Just Pray To God That Your Ok
Than I'll Climb Back Into My Cold Bed
Because I'll Never Forget The Day
Those Heartbreaking Works Echo Through My Head
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem