Look at us, being so hurt and so fraile
This should have been our fairytail
Though I never believed in such a thing
I was so excited to wear that wedding ring
But little did I know
That we would end up on the last row
With so many regrets
I find myself just smoking another sigarette
And like the smoke in the air
I have come to my despair
with nothing to look back at but a broken heart
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem