When you can’t control things you adapt to it
You hide and fight for your rights
But when things go out of your control
It’s not in your hands
When she walks away you can’t stop her
You can’t tell her how much you care
How much she means to you
She’s not walking on that hard road she’s walking over you soft heart
The heart that liked her
The heart that cared for her
The heart that wanted her, wanted her to be with you
But she walked away, walked away looking for someone else
Someone else who she likes more
In the end this heart will still have space for you and impression that you left when you walked over it…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem