i dont want this to be a memory
emotionally cut the emotionally scarred
cant be a memory
dealing would be way too hard
look what ive done
hurt the one i love
i cant run
walking with the one i love
we die together
did i kill you?
2nd feather
peeling off the wings of an angel
dying
mangled
nothing can repair the damage
nothing can repair the damnage
three squeeze melody
selfish sincerity
what have i done
stabbed the wounded heart
cant repair the damages
one chance
managed to blow it twice
the good times are killing me
Kudos to you for successfully writing an decent original poem about an almost cliche' topic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice... Keep writing. 10+++. MIMI