Isn't it unusual how you show up when I'm ill?
Then disappear the better I get,
Can't send some flowers to cheer me up,
you're too cheap, it makes me upset.
So here we go again,
you'll begin to walk away.
and I'll be left with my broken heart,
and a life full of disarray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem