In my room
All alone
Staring silently
At the phone
Wishing that
He would call
But knowing that
He won't at all
Wondering
What went wrong
Wondering if
It was a game all along
'I don't want him.'
I mumble to the phone on the shelf
And I can lie out loud
But not to myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simply honest and candid and yet so sweet a poem to read....thanks.