I guess it doesn't matter now..
All the tears I'll ever cry
Every time I lost my breath
as a little piece of me would die
But I just kept on clinging as my
world came crashing down..
hugging you even tighter
when I heard the crashing sound..
But I guess it doesn't matter now..
You're long gone and I'm alone
my guts burning with torment
writing poetry on my phone..
So, who will cry for me?
You have better things to do
The little girl who cries for boys
was lost, long ago, in you..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem sounds so sad, but it's beautiful, most beautiful written, abandoned by an ex-girlfriend, while love still flares up in him,5 stars full. A very noteworthy Member Poem Of The Day, you have my highest compliments, Sir. Congratulations!