I guess this is good bye
there's no use in turning
on your lonesome side
I know its me your yearning
for on this dark slide
iv got to keep moving
down this hot dusty
road where the fussy
move with the willow
it was good to talk
outside of your room
because you had no strength to walk
I know you will be thinking of me soon
iv no time for you
for the drapes are closed
and your ceiling is blue
neither of us know what to do
so I guess its where we fold
after what was told
turn of your light
go to sleep tonight
thinking of a better time
knowing everything will be fine
and dont give me a second thought
your the kind of sought
that can do far better
the bed sheets are wetter
than they've ever been before
so I leave in sorrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem