I'll take back the memories I gave you,
For those are times only for me n you.
But me alone
And you gone;
Doesn’t fit well with those good times;
And so does your childish whims.
To make whatever was wrong, fine again,
I'll have to let you go.
And I'll walk myself in the rain,
Thinking these bad times will go.
Cos even if it does stay,
I won't have anything more to say.
I think I'll force myself to understand that
Things aren't always meant to last forever.
And only if it is meant to be then it will be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem