i'm scarred of lossing my memory
to wake one day
and forget
all the love i have
all the family who love me
to forget my sister's first words
or to forget to smile
to forget to be genuine
and to forget my old heart
It's the scarriest feeling
to not remember
to not see in your minds eye
the beautiful past
that guides you
through your future
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I would be terrible, to just forget it all. I like this, beautiful work, you always give me something to ponder.