Turning another page in this book
Wondering what tomorrow may bring
I catch myself thinking of you again...
Damn my brain
Needing a lobotomy I twist and turn
Away from you I hope
Trying to figure you out but getting nothing
No help from you of course... so dense
Why even bother
Perhaps she WAS perfect for you
Crawl back now...she is waiting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem