i dont mind, i dont care,
no i don't think life is that fair..
I can't see, i can't feel,
no, these wounds take time to heal..
listening, wondering,
curious why you have to keep on running.
crying, screaming,
tell me why are you leaving?
keeping in touch with my soul in your eyes,
my heart in your sleeves,
and my hurts in your mind.
maybe i'll never answer all of those why's, but still i believe that this path is wise.
For someday we'll end like roads often do,
but please know, till then, it'll always be you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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