I told her to paint my room,
She refused, said she wanted to paint our house.
I told her how much she drives me crazy, she said only when there are no kids on the car.
Her warm hand
Her mocking smile
Her serious face when I fail
Oh how she would right my wrongs,
Oh how she would know the way back home.
I was just a kid, how was I to know what she wanted from me
I was just a child, how could I have known the voices in her eyes
The pain in the walks
The scars in her heart
All I wanted was fun in the sun
All I ever wanted was a walk on the beach
All she wanted was a pillow talk
All she wanted was for me to meet her parents
Dinner every night
Red roses and champagne
In me she wanted a man but I was just a kid
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem