There was a time
You would let me know
There was a time
You would not let me go
Now I am wandering
Through silent streets at night
Now I am wondering
Was it me to start this last fight
Your teasing hands
Won’t touch me anymore
So why can I still feel them?
Your loving lips
Won’t kiss me anymore
So why can I still feel them?
Stop lingering on
My mind you never wanted to be there
Stop keeping me
Aside cause you won’t turn to me
No, you won’t turn to me
I am a crying soul
I am not easy nor will I ever be
I am what life made out of me
I am what I was thought to be
And if you won’t be my teacher
How then, will I learn to love?
But being the teacher of a wounded soul
Is not an easy thing do to, so don’t worry
I do understand that love is not enough
To take what it takes to love me
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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