Was it a dream or a real thing
To find those glitters in your eyes
Ages and years passed away with byes
But unchanging the whole thing
Your thoughts ripped me apart
Made me go mad and hurt
But seeing you beside I had no words
To abuse or accuse you for all dirt
For it was all a most cherished part
Which for me in life, a best part
One thing for sure I understood
You are never mine nor am I
But there is a string of love,
First in kind, best for now to wind
Good bye dear friend
I only wish not to meet again.
For it makes history a future
Making me look ahead for you
Searching desperately for your love
Which for sure is never shared.
For it's the travel already made.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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