Don't look either way.
Let the traffic be at your dismay.
Just let the memory's replay.
Remembering that she didn't ask you to stay.
Kissing her goodbye with one more sorrowful sigh.
Knowing that tomorrow will only bring another lie.
So fix your tie, stand and shout.
'I love this girl, have no mistake. I'd Give my life for her here today.'
Yet we all know love is just a sinister shove,
A broken winged dove. So screw you love.
But I never the less love her do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem