These days
I sing love songs to myself
Baby I need you
Baby I love you
Baby, do that to me one more time
because you are no where to be found
like a fleeting dream
a sweet memory
you see
while you are off finding yourself
dealing with your luggage
and wallowing in self pity
of goals unattained
money strained
dreams rearranged
you stopped feeding me
love and songs
and I began to starve
eventually living off of salty tears
and chewing on my own fears
of losing you
and me
and the idea of we
being forever
But death does not become me
and in my attempt to fly free
I just masturbate
and sing sweet songs of love from me
to me
Like
Always and forever, you're 3 times a lady
and have I told you lately that you give me butterflies
my sweet sweet baby
because for you
ain't no mountain high enough
and loving you is easy because you are beautiful
So baby, while your voice is silent, I hear mine
and while your touch is absent
my toys and hands do the job just fine
and while the love you used to give to me
was the sweetest I've ever known
there will be sunshine while you are gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem