She might lost anytime
In the world made by her
Her tears falling down on her eyes
And her heart teared into pieces
Always asking herself
Why i'm living in this world?
That full of temporary people
And full of broken hearts
Choose to be alone
Don't let others to come in her life
Cause its dificult to be left
And feel again of missing someone
So writing are way to escape
From the world called Reality
Reading of some story
To feel their called love
The way she smile
Thousand of problem are hidden
When she start to write
The tears are starting come out in her eyes
Why do we have to choose?
If whatever choices is still end up crying
Why do we have to cross the path
If all of the sudden you will be left
Love is not like writing a story
That you can erase, rewrite and have happy ending
Cause in reality if you lost the chance
You will regret it to the rest of your life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Nice work, Ruffa. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks