Inspiration: Worst Spring Break
Days gone by no call, no text
Worried, scared, thoughts in my mind
Whats going on, I don't no
How does a soul go to happiness to sadness
More days gone by same result
Did I mess up? Did I hurt her?
The pain and suffering without hearing her voice
Not easy at all to be sometimes
Now a days it's a crime to care about a soul, NEVER KNEW
15 times is the number
Who knew that would be a problem
The pain and suffering without hearing her voice
Nice guys finish last
I don't know why! ! !
No more tears, don't have the strength
It's just hard and painful
Sorry that I cared
Sorry that I worried
Sorry that I love you
Sorry about the number 15! ! !
Words spoken from the heart.
Such sorrow coming out. Being young is so hard. When you reach your thirties, you will not feel this way anymore.
I am just a barracks, barroom, pool hall poet.As such I don't give advice.Sorry! I will say this however, 'If poetry is the art of transforming your deepest feeling to paper and ink, you are a poet'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with Stephanie...being so young is the worst, being in love so young brings out such true desperation...As you become older, you will gain a better perspective even though at times you will still have sorrow and pain...you'll be able to sort out these feelings...Hang in there and keep writing...you are a poet.-Cathy