One is the only number I've ever known
Just me and only me all alone
Thinking about all the times with you
Acting like we ever had a clue
Nothing left now except the empty space
The space in my heart that was your place
The grey sky knows me so well
Even the wind knows and tells
It blows right when I feel so cold
Makes there nothing left to hold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem