Make ups and break ups
of my adolence years.These
moments should be happy
and spent with out a tear.
But then why does it hurt
so bad to read the messeges
that you wrote? earasing them
is harder but it had to be done.
tears are streeming down my face
while writing this to you but what hurts
the most is i cant say
'i love you too'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem