I'm flipping the script
changing my mind
gotta go back
in the hands of time
I gotta go back to where I first was
to where I never met you
to where I never saw you
where I never thought about you
and it won't be long
till I'm back where I first was
and I'll never meet you
I'll never see you
I'll never have to think about you
I'll never have to feel you kiss my lips or
feel your heat-rising touch
or see your beautiful baby face
your gorgeous smile
your pearly-whites
your white nikes'
I flipped the script
I went back in the hands of time
Bye-Bye!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
absolutely lovely darling, how I wish it were so easy as that