I see your footsteps by the door
I start to cry and even more
when your footsteps started leaving
I was tricked into believing
that you said you cared for me
and together we would be
forever in each other's hearts
but you ripped mine to little parts
I hate myself for loving you
I miss the things we used to do
the things we used to laugh and share
the fuzzy feeling when you're there
As I gaze to the picture frame
I know our lives won’t be the same
Wow, it says so much, & with a great conciseness that shows careful crafting. Thank you. Keep it up!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i really like this. it's really good. the last stanza is my favorite. thanks for sharing it.