Sometimes there's no words,
To express how one feels.
Sometimes there's no comfort,
In the ways to be healed.
Sometimes there's no joy,
In new beginnings.
Sometimes to start new,
Begins with an ending.
Sometimes there's no fixing
What has already been done.
Sometimes what you want
Isn't the one.
Original Poem By Deja Still March 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's really good. Simply complex