Not What It Appeared To Be
It’s been a while
Since I’ve seen your smile
Or heard you sing a song
I wonder if you’re feeling well
And how’re you getting along
And if you’re seeing someone
Do you see the old friends?
Do they ask how I’ve been?
Or do they keep the questions few
I miss you sometimes
When I take that drive
When hear a certain song
But I’ve come to accept
It was better that I left
That life would not make us happy
What we had was a fantasy
That we chose to show to believe
A future we could not guarantee
A fantasy that would tire
Not long after the fire
Would flicker and expire
What kind of life would we’ve had?
Who knows, but I fear it’d be sad
Cause I’d be only running again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem