Do you even care
What am I doing wrong
I am allowing you to not kiss me
To not be intimate with me
To keep your distance
Is a simple conversation too much
If you don't desire to speak with me then maybe you don't desire to be here
There are times that I truly point the finger at myself
Is it because I am too independent
Too much of a b word as you would say
Is it because of my perfect life that you find it imperfect
Is it because I am doing so well
Do you choose to stay around until something mediocre comes along
In the end, its not only your choice
As much as I hate to give up...I must to get up and walk away
Walking towards you dos not work...so walking away.......I go...........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem