it was 1O: 05 on the dot,
you called me and told me are love had to stop,
no tear ran down my face,
just the memories of us replayed,
as i think back today,
what was the point of that anyways?
it wasnt real, it was just a game.
i dont blame you.
i blame myself for the mistake -; *
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem