You stopped believing in me
You didn’t open your eyes to see
The condition I’d let myself get into
The love I truly had for you.
Never into the past can I travel
Can’t look at the future with frivol.
I must move on hurriedly
Augment my disposition.
You could’ve kept on loving me instead
Living each day without recessive feelings.
Linger in the shadows to rescue me yet again
Swathe me in your tenderness once more.
But you have given up on me
Given up on me indeed.
~Kristy C. Artmann~ © 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem