Lost love. It's the equality of a lost soul, or a lost mind. Someone is always left behind. Left behind to wonder, about what they did, why it happened, and where the recent magic and love went? No one will ever know, the person turns their back and leaves and all you have are the final words they say, and trust me- they pierce your very being to the core. You're to the point where you can't take any more. The heart shatters, the soul dies, the happiness is gone for good, what should one do, if the person you gave your heart to is done with you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem