It’s like every night is a night of goodbyes.
My heart tender and raw rubbed till it cry’s.
Goodnight I tell you hoping for love.
Searching for a kiss, one more moment we could spend in bliss.
The black light is on, but every trace of our love gone.
The music turned so low.
I no longer want to hurt
It seems all to real, but in retrospect
I’ll have to deal
Deal with the consequences of my broken heart.
A warrior who fought for love for hope... maybe gone
A warrior of words is all I am now but the battle won’t be won with words.
So maybe I give up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem