Where did we go?
How did we part?
Afraid and alone
Contemplation kicks in
I was afraid to take a stand
I was afraid to tell the truth
I was afraid to look and say
What the F*** are you doing?
I lost you in the process
Of sorting my life and such
Hoping you would soon come to
Sense, regret and trepidation
Of what we had commit.
I was wrong to think of such
I should have thought of this
You would ruin your life
your friendships and family
to cause animosity and distance
One day you’ll see sense
But too late it will be
As much i F***ing care for you
You broke my heart in bits.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem