When did we first meet again?
You've thrown me off my feet again,
This time in a way I didn't want.
You walk out the door,
leave me by myself.
Maybe this is why the doctors say
to watch my health...
I can't help but notice the way
the snow falls while I lie
on my side.
I pick myself up suddenly
with more force than before,
This emotion has been boiling
forever in my core,
Only time will tell
if it's love or hate.
Your clothes, they litter my bedroom carpet,
just laying there...
I don't know whether to throw them out
or keep them in my care.
You spurn me, use me, hurt me in every way,
but still you own my love...
But I'm not good enough for you...
I'm sadly lovelorn and I don't know
what to do...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem