I look back
On the notes I've written
And all I see
Are poems about you
Words upon words of a love
That will never be
Now I'm starting to think
Is it worth it?
Is it worth the heart breaks
And the hurt?
Is it worth the secrets
And the longing?
The more and more I think about it
The more I realise
That I might've made a mistake
In loving you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem