It is not real pain.
I tell myself this to ease the discomfort
Of living without you....
But in reality it is real.
Everything is....
The sadness you feel, the memories you shared
It wasn't even a relationship though.
It was. Simply put as is,
It was difficult and exciting
You fell deep for him but the feelings were none of the sort, mutual.
I tell myself I do not deserve to be that second choice.
But it still feels that way.
Passion and greed is what you feel.
But it was never worth it, nor can you understand what it is that you want.
But at least you knew you wanted him.
Oh the sorrow you've embraced with countless musically endowed nights
The turn of the cheek, you spend your time thinking....that never helps either.
Somehow life will balance this eagerness to be with him but you don't know when.
I wish it was so easy to forget, but it never actually, is.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good poem expressing the real concern of the dear and it is great.