We've fought for the last time
and now you're trying your hardest
to just forget
while trying to regain my favor, which you never had
you know, burying the hurt doesn't erase it
I'm through with this
all my life this is how its went
I'm done
so, thank you dearly for the memories
I'd forget them if I could
It is easy to give advice to another when those experiences belong... to someone else. However, we do learn from our experiences. No matter how painful they are or the repetitiousness of those we exclaim, 'Screw It'. Those are the ones that keep returning.
sometimes in your quiet times, i mean when you are not with another, you learn who you really are, and give things more time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again, I note that the title word is not in the poem. The poem does, however, follow the gist of the meaning. That is real good. GW62