'One day...' you used to tell me,
'we'll prove to everyone our love is real.'
But where is the proof
when you're lying six feet under;
Forever 22?
Where does that 'One day...'
leave me?
On a cold and starless night
with happy memories now burning
in the fire of the spite.
Where the rain falls in the sun,
but shows no promise of a rainbow.
It leaves me here
without you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem