Seven years old
I thouhjt that nothing could go wrong
You told me that you loved me
And before I knew it...you were gone
You packed up all your stuff
And then you said goodbye
I didn't know what else to do
I felt a part of me had died
It was like being kicked into the dirt
Rejected and unwanted
Your heartless words playing over in my head
As they teased and taunted
There is no pain in the world
That could possibly be worse
You almost feel like dying
But that's the magic of divorce
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is no magic fleeting souls a measure of the worth the young do know...Thank you for the reminder...