Just looking back,
thinking of us,
of it all,
and the fuss.
Was it really,
worth it all,
Worth the pain,
worth the fall?
No one is worth,
what I went through,
the Hell I felt,
and the heartbreak too.
I thought I was right,
but of course I was wrong,
so let me hear it,
the same sad song.
Was there a real reason,
for not letting you go,
but just keeping with it,
never saying 'no'?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it, a great write.