I keep forgetting bout’
those heartbreaking nights,
and those heartbreaking things
that you said. Though in my heart,
we’re drifting apart.
I can’t believe that our love is dead.
Though it’s plain as it can be
that you might be finished
with me.
I just can’t get it through
my head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem