Not knowing weather to go,
Standing out front of the car park,
Hoping you will show,
Now the light is getting dark,
Rain is falling from the sky,
And its getting really cold,
I fill my hope with every passer by,
I look at the moon bright and bold,
Where are you,
Will you show,
I do not know,
The moon has gone to sleep,
The rain has stopped,
I start to weep,
The trees are bare and the leaves have dropped,
I head on home,
Tears down my face,
My path is unknown,
Stomping my feet at a steady pace,
I hate you this I really do,
That you did not show,
I wonder if you knew,
I really liked you but now you’ll never know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem