Turning pages
Life is rough and being alone is going be tough.
I found a page missing from my book as I took a closer look,
It's time to turn the page as I begin to set the stage.
Building a life for two, was never easy to do.
Walking without you by my side, will be a lonely ride.
It's time to turn the page, my head is consumed by rage.
Life with you was nothing I thought it would be, the seed of love died with-in me.
Our love became a dying willow tree, now its time for us to be set free.
Its time to turn the page, I am going to build a new life at this day and age.
Life, love, and happiness have become nothing more than a shattered dream, all I wanted to do is scream.
Yelling to the top of my lungs the hardest thing I had to do, was trying to walk away from you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem