Remember when love was a game?
always different,
never quite the same.
Lover to lover
bed to bed
sounds exciting
inside your head.
When you are truly alone
when theres the silence
of your dead sounding phone,
who can you turn to
when theres nobody there
no one to love
nobody cares.
Pick it all up
then move along
just another day
in this sad sad song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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