And I blame the wind for blowing too hard
Making those leaves fall to the ground
And I do blame the rain clouds for the dark skies
Pouring so hard and making it flood
But I can’t blame the wind nor can I, the rain clouds
Definitely not for my broken heart…
How I blame the sun for shining too hot
Scorching and burning my skin too much
How I do blame the seasons for changing too fast
Can’t even have a moment to adapt to the times
But I can’t blame the sun nor can I, the changing seasons
Surely not for my broken heart…
And I should be laughing instead
Not cursing and blaming and falling and grieving
And I should be merrymaking instead
Not sighing and shouting and crying and needing
And I blame the songs for sounding too sad
Making those tears well up in my eyes
And I do blame those poems that talk about love
Reminding me of the times we once had
But I can’t blame the songs nor can I, the poems
Certainly not for my broken heart….
How I blame those love stories for being too lame
Filling our minds with ideas of fairy tales
How I do blame those movies of romantic themes
Fooling the hopeless with empty promises
But I can’t blame those love stories nor can I, those movies
Absolutely not for my broken heart…
And I should be happy instead
Not lonely and needy and grumpy and angry
And I should be joyous instead
Not sad and low and depressed and alone
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem