Leaving yesterday with nothing but the
promises and dreams we once knew, I never
even said goodby. Seeing no reason to
explain why, I for no good reason write this
poem. More my lament than an omission of
guilt, I can’t even explain the sorrow and
regret I felt for spending even one moment
with you. Other than a place to stay your
ment nothing to me, a lousey love affair
something that shall forever haunt me.
Wasting away trapt in a hellish nightmare, I
am now free to go whereever I please.
Knowing as I write this to you I shall return,
having no other place to go I guess that
makes me yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem