I'm getting used to no you
Even after all the years
Now waking in the morning
My eyes aren't wet with tears
The pain is getting duller
And doesn't stay as long
Except for when the radio
Plays our favorite song
Everytime the phone rings
I still imagine you
But when the voice isn't yours
I don't get quite so blue
That afternoon you left me
I didn't want to live
But now I'm starting over
And found there's more to give
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem