you couldn't tell
but I ended up weeping
because of a nasty habit of mine
you sound so empty
of broken mind
so I imagined you dealing with it
the way girls do. But
you're not a girl. And
it hurts the same. Only
you don't have anything to lose or anyone to gain.
And it really sucks
cause the truest way we connect
is through our eloquent speech
and our lives of music
But it now seems to me
that I need to learn myself
what chords match my words
you won't be around much longer,
I wrote about him. Day after day.
Hoping that he wouldn't slip away.
When I met him it was
just exciting and new
but that changed and now he's
empty all the way through
He has lost all his faith
and almost all his friends
we spoke. saw his face
for the very last time
I don't care about him anymore.
Never will desire him again.
He's going to die, alone,
feeling nothing at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem