What could you have, might have been
Besides the world to me?
What would you have, should have been
If destiny we had beat?
Why did they not understand
That I'm old enough to know?
And now this grief that tastes so bland...
Lets nothing in the mix be shown.
Who could think they have the right...
They did not know us!
How much I changed to be with you...
But they wouldn't let me fuss.
Where could they have been brought up
To think that this is right?
To make me feel such a loss, so much pain...
I ask these questions every night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice way of writing out some pain. This poems uses words and thoughts to produce questions and insight. Good way of writing out feelings in a way that is clear to understand. Good job! Debbie