I bury our photograph into the ashes of the fire
Didn’t know you could be such a liar
I throw away the gifts you gave to me
What friends we used to be
Reading all our secret notes
And our inside quotes
I miss those times
I take away the best friend sheets
And the trophies to our sport team meets
Why can’t it be like that again?
But then again
Dreams don’t just disappear
We could keep dreaming them here
You used to listen to my problems
Now its as if you are the problem
Please can we stay friends
And remember the times we held hands
Please, because I miss those times
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem is very touching and well written