One day, yr voice will cease
As my tears will begin to flow
One day, I will resent the memories
Of you playing 'Roxanne'
Knowing I abandoned you as I got older
I am sorry that I did
As yr image is plastered on various sources
Of media
My tears will not dry
Through, there's be regret of not meeting you
For real, instead in my High School Fantasies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully composed.....thanks for sharing....