Yesterday was our last.
...and I never saw you.
Yesterday started our past.
...and I never had a clue.
I'd call you
to tell you
I miss you,
But I tore up your number.
I'd drive to you
to show you
I'd kiss you,
But I slashed my own tires.
I thought I'd be sad
...but I'm not crying.
I thought I'd be mad
...but I'm still smiling.
So here I am,
just fine without you.
So here I stand,
on my own two feet.
Yesterday was our last
....and I never saw you.
Yesterday started our past
...and I never had a clue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem