He had been a shooting star to her
He was her wish that never came true
Her wish was always dissapointing
even when it promised the world.
He could see how it would end
but he went with it anyway
(perhaps it was the end he wanted)
even though he should have known better.
They thought they should be together
but neither fully understood
the world or the other.
They never acually kissed
they merely touched lips
and both drew apart with bitter tastes in their mouths.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem