Thinking about you again today, for the umpteenth time this week:
And I'm quite unsure if these are things of which I now should speak,
But I have maintained that honesty is the best way to live,
And when I err, I honestly hope that you'll know how to forgive.
But back to you, when there are so many other things to think,
Just because I've been passed a glass, doesn't mean I need to drink,
Why have I circled round, when I should have gone far away,
And why am I so drawn to you when you've no inclination to stay?
For practical purposes, I need to know how I can love while unattached,
And how do I store the necessary evils, to keep from being dispatched?
When all is said and done, I want to have done what I have said,
There is no room for you beside me, in either my life or my head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem