Writing letters every week and poems so in between
Does she ever take them in or does she want to scream
Sometimes I have had anough of writing thoughts to pen
So when to carry on or stop I do not know but when
I feel I'm wasting every day just being by myself
Cos she dont care or seem to care I'm sitting on the shelf
Her selfish ways will come between and cause an awful wedge
When once my thoughts and heart would lay my broken heart will pledge
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem