We are in some kind of sick love story
the kind that lacks a happy ending
the two of us...victims of a bad writer
he just keeps spinning tales that end nowhere
Today I stood at the shore and looked far ahead
Like I was looking for something I had lost
a lover perhaps, but you were right beside me
looking with me...helping me search for you
Last night whilst I lay besides you
I felt like there were a million walls between us
Something tells me you feel so too
for you prefer to sweeten yourself than ask me for a little sugar
I just want to snatch the pen and rewrite this tale
no I'ld actually separate it...me from you, you from me
I'ld cancel the first meeting and the lust I mistook for love
I'ld probably change location to a place where divorce ain't so foreign
I'ld rewrite the whole sadness of this love
I'ld rewrite it all and be free from not living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem