u were the frist real guy i could say i loved
i never dated u
so how can it count as love?
we had a connection like no one else
u knew everything about me
i loved learning new things of u everyday
u liked me
i liked u
we were far to young
so we stayed friends
still harboured feeling
but moved on to other people
mine didn't work out
ur always moving on to the next thing
like each one before didn't matter
u tell me 'i'm with someone new'
i say again!
but act like the caring friend
as if it doesn't matter to me
as if it doesn't still hurt
i don't know how u feel
but i know i need to let u go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lot of feeling here, at the beginning, my first impression was that you were talking about your father. Then as it progressed, I knew different. It is never easy letting go, but we all have to do it, in one way or another. Even I, as old as I am, have friends that I know could never be more than friends, even though it would be nice if things were diffeerent. Good JOB. Ken