At first I thought it was me, but it wasn't. I thought it must have been fate, but it wasn't.
I thought the heavens were smiling at me and dropping blessings of rain onto my shoulders, only to find out it was false hope.
Storms came and i thought you would be my shelter, but i got drenched with rain and caught a cold.
I stumbled and fell, reached out my hand and watched you walk away.
You never looked back. I saw you the next day and you welcomed me with open arms but your heart was cold.
You smiled on the outside, but had no happiness inside.
I woke up one day and you won't there, all that was left were memories of what might have happened but could never be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i first thought it was a poem, but it wasn't! ! ! ! ! ! its a fact, a truth! ! ! ! ! ! ! sounds in my mind, good work.