Just like the flower
That is lying on my desk
I am slowly dieing
With each and every breath
Once again you have wounded me
I am left without your concern
I am confused and unhappy
You are not who I thought you were
So where do I go from here?
I wonder all night long
I have to remember that we are just friends
I guess I will remain heartbroken
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have felt this way years ago. Thanks for sharing