I'm sitting on the end of my bed
That one day should of been ours
Blood and roses surrounding my feet
I'm searching through our photographs
The ones that'll never exist
Because you'll never be around
You'll be breathing heavy
Elsewhere
Tonight i lay still in other arms
And it's okay to be apart
We both have other wars
To fight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As the song goes 'If you can't be with the one you love...love the one you're with.'