A little butterfly is trying to climb
up the window.
And i just sit and stare at it.
Thinking.
The rain outside is falling
for hours.
I just gaze at it
not seeing.
Some minutes ago you was here
standing right behind me,
Trying to calm me down
for i was....crying?
You`ve driven me mad
cause i`d seen you with him
And you wanted me to understand
and to forgive you...
You know boy,
I got sick and tired
of forgiving you.
Or you forgot
all you told me bout your love?
The butterfly fell dead from the glass
and the rain goes on and on and on
Just like the dying and the growing grass -
I have my life without you and i have to get it on!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem