Outside my window
No more sun just rain
And it is September
Just like the time before
But this time you will not
See me I December I will be gone
Broken promises hearts dreams
Just like the homes we live in
Now I know there is no such
Thing as a meant to be
A happy ever after
Your other half soul mate
I will never know what it is like
To know what forever love
Is because I live in black world
So wake me up when it is over
I will see what there is to see
The thing of what it is like
Tomorrow will never come back
I will never the same as I was
Hey i love your work Marilyn especially this line: ' And it is September Just like the time before But this time you will not See me I December I will be gone' Nice and tragic which i like Ciao ciao
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your use of capitalization at the beginning of lines which continue from a previous line makes it difficult on the reader. Simple lower cases would make this poem much stronger. I know you hate me, but it's true. ~Fil