“I love you, I love you” I cried
The sound bouncing off the walls
Until slowly it died
But you did not love me
me and my silly little girl’s heart
a heart broken and shattered leaving nothing but debris
Your seraphic smile, your style your grace
All of that, has captured my heart
Forever I want you in my embrace
But to you I don’t even exist
To your concerts, to every show I go
Always trying to enter, but always on the waiting list
JPM 10/24/2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem