Black and White,
My pictures fade
Over time,
Every smile,
Fades to a question,
That may never be answered,
And now I know,
Then,
Isn’t now,
So it doesn’t matter
Anymore,
You just have to live with your past,
Because if that hadn’t of happened I wouldn’t be……….. me /3
A Remider To All! ! ! I am only 12 so my poems might not be very good.
Erin Reale
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that is exactly true and just because your 12 doesnt mean you cant write poems very good