The nerves of my heart are laden
For the mistakes I did
I weep everyday, forsaken by sleep
I am unable to open my eyes into reality
Where you are no longer here with me
Baby, I miss you
I miss us
I miss the way we use to see each other
May be, I was wrong
May be, you were right
Or
May be, we were not meant to be together!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maybe there was not enough nurturing for the steady blossoming of the love. Otherwise, love is whimsical and temperamental, it comes unannounced and leaves without warning. I like the articulation and penning of the poem. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.