Days go by...
Slowly and when it goes slowly,
You start to remember your friends and those good days
The days you guys shared every tear and every laughter
They were great friends, loyal and kind friends
Then new friends come instead of their old existence.
Even if new people come, you'd never forget the friends
That were close to your broken heart.
You then just ask yourself one single question.
Why do friends go and new come?
Why cant they just be there for you just like they used to?
I guess its just that friends cant stay til the end
Even if they're steps or miles away.
They cant even say hello.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem