I saw you in a magazine today
Half a smile, miles away
And though I know you're busy doing all the things you wanna do
I keep thinking about you
Driving through town
In the morning
Looking at the faces in the lonely crowds
I think you must have seen my mail by now
I guess you don't care about me anymore
Too much time has passed in your mind
You pretend, I fake a smile
We're only talking once in a while
I sit on a park bench
Looking for you
But it's all in vain, asking all those people with my broken French
Tell me this isn't true
Coffee shop at midnight
One last stop before I'm home
Headlights on
I'm hoping you'd make it this time
My key opens the door
You're not there, you're not mine
I fall to the floor
And the world forgot about me one more time
Nothing is plain about beauty Art Lone cloud's painting the sky Nor a deep ocean filled with blue eyes.. iip
Beautiful poetry of a what love they say.... it slips my mind today un..... something yes unrequited love I now recall I was in Frankfurt the other day how I wish I could've helped you young gal, I had a seven hours wait Hope next time I shall keep writing it relieves one of stress and clears up minds mess No one who is not there for you is or was worthy young lady for you Go out 7.5 billions in Q one good one will be waiting for you Adieu
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I would like to translate this poem
excellent but one more time without CAPS ON My key opens the door you're not there, you are not mine I fall to the floor and the world forgot about me one more time