Love Lost
I’m falling in love,
His name is Chad,
Whenever he’s around your bound to see a dove,
He never gets mad.
He makes me feel cool,
He makes me feel cute,
He treats me not like a tool,
Makes me feel like some kind of lute.
I’m changing my look,
So I look more normal,
Now I’m a open book,
He makes me feel like a royal.
I walk outside,
Chad’s picking me up,
The motorcycle flips onto its backside,
There’s a big blowup.
I run over,
And he’s under the rubble,
He’s having a seizure.
I call for help,
They take him away,
They tell me no,
But I go anyway.
I go with them,
But by the time we get there he’s gone,
that’s why I wrote this poem,
He’s gone, he’s gone.
There’s nothing I can do,
There a lot of pain,
I wish this could undue,
Its a lot of pain to sustain.
I cant eat,
It hurts so much,
I now hate the street,
My heart is broken,
There’s nothing anyone can do,
No, no, no, no, no,
I guess his life was due.
My life is over too,
There no reason to stay,
I’m really blue,
There no way.
That I can stay here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hang in there, Priscilla... so sorry for the loss of your boyfriend! This is a beautiful poem in his memory... Hold him close in your heart. If you ever need to talk, please send me a message. Lesa