You let me down.
I don't want you around.
I don't want to see you again.
Not today, not tommow.
Not ever, that's when.
So please don't show up at my door
Or tap me on the shoulder at the store.
Please don't have the gall
To follow me to the mall.
You've taken me for a ride.
I just want to run from you and hide.
It really makes me sad
That the good times that we have had
Will have to come to an end.
But I've made up my mind
And will not bend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem