a goodbye letter, could've taken a whole book,
and in pages there'll be things you always overlooked.
maybe in writing, you will learn to never doubt,
when i swore that i was leaving, you didn't know what it was about.
i took advantage of our secrecy, you took advantage of me.
the ink runs out as i put down everything you wanted me to be,
and i thought you were my shelter, i thought that you were my guide,
but an angel wouldn't throw and push, and try to take away my pride.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem