So I flick the ash of all I have left
Off the end of this cigarette.
I try to look forward to anything,
But all I can see is her silhouette.
This is what I get
For living my life full throttle.
I bit off more than I could chew,
And now I cannot swallow
All the pain from all the things
That I didn't do.
I wish I could spit out my bitter past...
But all I can do is chew...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem