I heard your teardrops hit the floor as you watched me walk away.
It killed me to know that I was the cause.
I should've turned back.
I cried that night and every night for a month, ever so lonely.
When I saw his face, I saw you.
I should've turned back.
He started to kill me, my heart and my soul, where as you wouldn't have.
I wish I was in your arms again.
I should've turned back.
When I went to jail and i was all alone, I thought of you my dear.
I cried all night and slept all day.
I should've turned back.
Then I saw you on the bus that fate changing day.
I knew that I still loved you and that you still loved me.
We married March Fourth and I stayed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem