When I am all alone,
I can talk with none but me,
silence accompanies me best,
and I start thinking,
for the day I had last,
if could I live it a better way
for the arguments I made,
were there better options I could say
for the decisions I took,
the results are still to see
for the wishes that came true,
and those that are yet to be
for the persons I helped,
if I did a favour or return
for those who hurt me,
must remain friends or should I turn
for the victories I had,
the moments that gave me delight
for the glory I won,
shall everyday come into my sight
for the ones who gave me love,
did they lie or blessed me
and for the one I loved,
if she is also thinking about me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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