I told him
Let go
I am nothing special
And I never will be
He shook his head and spoke
You are special
But, I pushed him away
I wont let go
He whispered
As a tear rolled down his cheek
I appear to be latched
Onto your soul
I looked away
Well latch off
Because I'm done with your games
And as I left him there
Sitting on that park bench
I heard him just mearly sigh
I am latched
Onto your soul
My Love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a really good poem. and i could actually follow without needing to re-read a line this time! ! ! ! ! who was this about? ? ? GOD! ! ! do u tell me anything anymore? ? ?