It is time for what we had to become dust,
time has forgotten the soul of our love,
No matter how long I wait with my heart on my sleeve,
As I try to reach for you to see.
I long for you to be the only,
yet you turn away as if it was never meant to be...
Lemons and salt are not for my drinks,
but for a torn heart to see if I feel as I fail to think.
You've become cool as ice and just as cold,
No longer will I hurt you, Because once again I've become a ghost...
No longer can I be saved,
I'm am no longer worth saving...
You really are a treasure worth fighting for. You'll never feel worthless anymore, you'll always be worth so much more...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem