You say, sit down again
I still love you, my friend
Don’t you know?
You say, it’s just a talk
Why don’t we take a walk?
It’s nice outside
You put on my coat
and hold my hand
but you don’t feel it
You swing our arms
You sing your charm
But you’re just all words
Aren’t you?
October 21st 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem