It hurts when I think;
someone else is kissing you,
and holding you,
the way I used to do.
I wish I could have told you,
how my heart felt about you.
There never seemed the time
to say I love, be mine.
Now it is hard to realise
there is someone else in your eyes
that it is not me anymore,
whom your love is for.
Still whispers from the past here: O) .....or another good song
Sounds as if it was young angst...... a delicate and sad but lovely write........marci.xo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again a poem that speaks to me, i know this feeling oh so well...10