The tugging at my heart
is a painful way to live
The tears burning my eyes
is a painful way to sleep.
The painful memory
or your hand on my skin
make me wonder will
i ever love again
Why is it so hard to be happy
for everyone else, why is it
so easy for them to love
without even any doubt
why is it every day i cry
why is it i cry every night
why do i wish i still had you living by
my side?
I miss the days we were holding on so close
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've been there its by far the worst, my first true love left me aswell and I still blame myself even though I only treated her right. I still felt I should have done more. But I guess it just wasn't meant to be: (