This ain't a letter,
this ain't for you.
cos' I'm long over,
long over how I use to feel.
I don't think bout the past,
the sweet times from before.
I don't wish to return to then,
long for times like those no more.
I don't sit down and wonder,
how you are doing.
I don't lie in bed,
thinking bout what could have been.
I have moved on,
a long long time ago.
Found some one new,
Some one for me to hold.
This ain't a letter,
this ain't the truth.
What i really wanted,
was to say I miss you
I love this poem! I love the conflicts and use of words. Keep writing you have a natural gift.: D
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That poem was so sweet! Also to your autobiography, you don't have to want to be a poet, 'cause you already are one. :)