I admit I used to like you
(quite a bit if I'm frank)
but our lives have slipped around paths
and our feet are walking their ways.
I see the cogs turning
In time's ticking clock
I know you're not
the one for me
but I thank you a lot.
I thank you for being special
special then, special now
Specially the one
who seemed to love me
and specially the one I
used to love now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem