Chasing sleeping pills with coffee,
Killing the old flames with the new-
So much going on,
But only thinking about you.
A flash of silver
On a hollow silhouette-
Shadow fades from view,
And the new stage now is set.
Car is packed tight-
Ready to go.
Leaving this place behind,
It's time to let go.
A slow hand wipes this tear away-
Change can be good, I'm told.
I'm looking forward to the new,
But I won't forget the old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jessy, embrace the future but never forget the past. Good write! ! Brian