i over look the times, at past.
the certain days that i thought would always last.
well it didnt.
not one bit.
& now it hurts.
This! is this such bliss? ? ? No
i never wished wrong upon no one.
but for this day i hope you...
crawl on, upon my bedside, pleading me, and how you wish you wouldve forgiven me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sad reflections that hurt...love is a funny game, Grezlay...you get beaten all down often unaware... nice poem...vivaciously expressive...10