I will remember you
As the girl from down the street
The street in that French state
A dream place, that's now obsolete
I will remember you as I sleep
And wake up, I am incomplete
I will remember you
As the girl I will never meet
Never greet, nor lovingly treat
Imma take a seat, something is up
What's going on, Imma lie down
And get buried in this ghost town
Perhaps I'll see you in a white gown
That was my big dream
I'll tell my story, you say it's obscene
I've lived and seen, I am now insane
I thought the other side was always green
See, now everything is black and white
Mostly dark, nothing ever bright
Maybe the thought of you, which I try to fight
With that passion you used to ignite
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem of lost love that comes across as very sad? ...........well written
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