There's this poem which i didn't write,
Lying at the corner of my head,
As far as i can remember that it was written,
When our paths crossed which once God wrote,
Now this poem seems painful not only in my head,
But also in my heart thats beaten,
As if in a bloody field knowing nothing to whom i fought,
Now i lie awake in my bed,
Yet, lucky to have these friends around me to listen,
listen all those hard times that i fought,
i'm happy to have their shoulders ready for my head,
Now this poem's title is still unknown,
but as long as i have my 'BESTIE' here,
and of course the 'issue family' i'm not unknown,
for everytime, I know that they're just right here,
to help me find that unknown,
this poem's title i have here,
'coz this is a poem i didn't write...
To the comment I didn't write, to the poem I did read, 'lying at the corner of my' memory...Letters of a poet.
Wow that was good. If you didn't write it how is it here? ? ? I'm confused! Thanks for sharing this poem! -Panda(Alex)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
10 for this lovely and interesting poem.