How could I be so wrong?
How could wrong feel so right?
How could I not see what was hiding?
So easily in plain sight?
Trouble is what you were
I dont know how I didn't see
I guess my eyes made you
More that you could ever be
Part of me knew from the beginning
But part of me didn't care
I knew his world burned to bright for me
But I was convinced what we had
Was special and rare
How could I be so foolish
To think that this would last?
I knew you were trouble
But part of me liked that
How could I not listen
To the voice inside my head?
Because my heart had made of its mind
To ignore everything that voice said
Very nice write dear! The second stanza is my favorite...very good job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I guess my eyes made you More that you could ever be I knew his world burned to bright for me Dillusional is what we make ourselves sometimes. Its crazy. I like that the poem shows that you were wrong (past tense) , and aren't still.