Loving you was
the most exquisite form
of self destruction.
How sad to face
the future without the
one you planned it with.
It was not the
same but it went on
and in my dreams
I will always find
my way back to you,
In the end
all I learned was
how to love somebody
even if you can't
be with them
and went on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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