We ignore the ones that want us,
we love the ones that ignores us.
I guess we never realize what we have till its gone, for sure.
Then we will realize, that part.. is missing.. gone..
and as soon as you find out, we're too late..
I took out the glue and tape once again..
but its nowhere to be found.
not in my hands.. no..
'A Broken heart never really heals...'
I've heard that somewhere..
and I guess I agree.
only will the hurt, fade, the memories will always stay, but as we grow, we forget, and we let go...
When my time comes I will do so..
for now, I'll hold on to the little pieces that still get me by..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you forgot about band-aids....lol...they might help.. or use super glue...lol