There is a picture
of you and I,
when I see it
I begin to cry.
All the good memories
gone in a flash,
my heart like a rock,
you decided to bash.
I'm over you now
this I know for sure,
time was my remedy
my homemade cure.
I'll remember the good
forget the bad
for when i see this picture,
no longer am I sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem