You were my morning laughter
You've taken that from me
I cannot laugh the way I did
I cannot be just me
There's something that is missing
But I dont care no more
I cannot keep on giving
The day you closed the door
I give continouosly
Get nothing in return
Perhaps a mail so now and then
Is all I get to yearn
You were my morning laughter
You want me still to be
I cannot be the same no more
Please understand this plea
You cannot have both worlds
Although you want it so
I cannot see myself get hurt
This time I'll turn and go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very emotional write, and maybe thats is what is best, to let go and move forward, sometimes being in contact with the one who WALKED isnt always the best idea, as no matter how we tell ourselves we are just frineds, its isnt so... One will walk, and one will stay, learning to move forward is the most posivie step to make, even if it is baby steps........ Very nicley structured and given a very good flow.......