forget me not.
to move on from
the past is a bittersweet memory.
I thought of unimaginaeable things
that cold only happen when pigs fly.
and thinking of what couldve been.
brings
frequent tears which run the colours from my life.
i was so young and in love. i had no plan b.
God forgot me and i fell.
Angels without wings cannot fly,
i whisper as i stand there. i give you my wings and stand
alone-watching you soar away into the horizon.
fly angel. but
forget me not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem