Sorry for whatever I have done
My ways were wrong
But intuitions were none
Being a novice, I couldn't understand
The game of hearts
The way to express
Or the joy in sharing someone's love
Counting the boxes, I spend my time
Cherishing old memories, I lost my mind
Even in the cold winters
I enjoyed the spring for once
Even though I sneezed but hope one will not bother about it
Forgetting every results
I took the watch and stopped it for once
Juggling many lives
I never realized I'am one
Overlapping the charts
Overtaking every bus
Sorry for whatever I have done
My ways were wrong
But intuitions were none
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem