He left as fast as he came
What's left? Only sad memories
I can't say that I am changed.
but he did take a little part of me...
we were swimming in a sea of fantasy
and like all fantasys
they fade away like forgotten dreams
infatuation is the word I'll use
I was the fire, he abused with fuel
One match. One spark.
My flame is now dead, I'm left in the dark.
As, I reach out... looking for his hand.
I reach and feel nothing... I cant understand.
No sparks. No warmth. Nothing at all...
I'm left in the dark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem