Something brings a tear in my eye
Sometimes wished I said bye
Left a rosary by my thigh
Well, it's over now. Time flies
In time I realized he liked the idea
The sweet idea to say see yah.
Gave the pump in his heart to bring him tears
Loved the idea of that fear.
To not be here
I guess you can say there's nothing nice to be said about this
I call it an addiction of bliss. Even though he's rarely been kissed
The anxiety turned him to cross off his list
So I continue to sigh and continue to borrow
Everything reluctantly ending in sorrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem