Her face is bright
Bright as the sun on a summer morning
She calls me but I ignore it
Too much anger, too much hate in my life
2 years later after the drama is gone
We meet again, she still looks as beautiful as before
I ask for her number she gives it to me
I thought a sign has popped up
A sign that she’s the one
But two month later she says “I’m going out with some one”
What have I let go out of my life
What was I thinking back then?
Why did I let heaven go?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem