Love not deeply
It was an odd week of lovelorn
I kept singing "born to lose and now I'm losing you."
Perhaps it was an Elvis Priestly song
I sighed often but otherwise slept well it was more
An ego thing she left me.
The song in my head finally disappeared there were
So many beautiful girls that summer
I loved them all, but I sometimes sang a line from a song
"a blanket on the ground."
Willie Nelson`s I think.
Does a sweet song begets love or is it love that begets
A sweet song?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem