She seems so caught in yesterday,
I sense it in her tears.
It feels like he's been gone away,
for to many of a year.
How she can never let it pass,
I may never understand.
But I have found I cant compete,
even with this vanished man.
I can tell her pretty words,
and give to her my love.
But if not from him they are not heard,
so down it feels Im shoved.
There is nothing I can do,
no words that I can say.
Its hard for me but its the truth,
she's caught in yesterday...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can tell her pretty words, and give to her my love. yes you can but it probably wont be enough, if she still crys she still wants only him. the pain is still to deep the knife was to sharp. all you can do is be there for her, and dry her tears. I was once there, once caught up in my yesterdays. good job. Becca