I only wish <br />you had killed me. <br />Having broken my heart, <br />you left me to die in sorrows' fields. <br />And words cannot express <br />the depths of my pain. <br />Head in my hands, <br />my mind reels even now. <br />And I don't suppose <br />I'll ever completely recover, <br />still not knowing quite <br />what to think of you.<br /><br />William Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-not-knowing-quite-what-to-think-of-you/
