I will always love the thought
that never comes to mind
shadows of memories
in almost what i would
call a paste life
to you I have loved
now lost
forgotten
all locked up
it's hard to be all grown-up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I read this poem both backwards and the way you have it posted. I might just be strange but I prefer reading it backwards taking out the verse 'in almost what I would' Great Write. Great Read. Great Job