Ouch....this wound is so deep
I can’t move
I can’t walk
I am loosing my breath
Please give me a cure.
How can love be so cruel to me?
Why can’t I move on?
And forget yesterday
Why can’t I open my heart?
And look forward to the next episode.
This chapter is so hard to close
I cannot flush out these memories
Can Fate help me to put this behind me?
And open the next chapter
And look at it as new beginnings.
They say a new broom sweeps clean
But I can’t find that one
Because my old broom knew all the corners of my house
Which broom will really sweep my house clean?
And how long will it take it for me to find it?
Ouch...I hope cure is on the way! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
heheheee! Ya ne? new broom does sweep clean, but the older broom sweeps much better. we tend to hold on to worn out brooms when it is time to buy a new one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a saying 'All matches are made in heaven' Wait till He reaches you your right match. Good expression of love and disappointment.....10