I listen to your heartbeat, 
As I lay against your chest.
Like an inmate with few hours, 
Will you grant my last request.
Dont ever forget the moments, 
That we held onto that night.
I didnt wanna leave you girl, 
I shoulda stayed and made it right.
I would walk a thousand miles, 
in my oldest beat up shoes.
I would write a thousand poems, 
For a chance to be with you. 
While I watch you drive away, 
I know we'll always be apart.
I hold onto those memories, 
I'll always keep you in my heart.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    