It's hard to forget the one that wiped your tears, and helped you, keeping the rope tight from falling apart. Never thought getting hurt like this from somebody that i used to call blood sister. I keep thinking to myself how could you let the things go by you and forget what we have being through. I already gave up on us, i already forgave you of the things you have done. Every time we pass by i look at you in the eye, and when our eyes meet you keep walking like you don't know who i am. You lost me because of your immaturity. It wasn't my fault it was your fault for leaving me behind not knowing that meant a goodbye for you and i.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem