You promised me many things,
but you never made it count,
all I wanted was the love you had,
don't think I want it now.
There's a lot that I blame you for,
and it's burning me inside,
don't want to tear you to pieces now,
but I can't let it slide.
Shining by your absence now,
no one said it was a breeze,
you could have made it up to me,
but you didn't see the need.
If you come out of the woods one day,
and show an interest in your kin,
I'd welcome you with my open arms,
and send you back again.
I'm not sure I understood it then,
why you had to hop the fence,
I was just an infatuated child,
it just makes no sense.
The next time you think of me now,
won't you please get in touch,
so I can send you on your way again,
and maintain this paradox.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem