We didn't use to be this way
We use to be regular
But as each day went away
All the anger started to build up
I have one thing to say
And that is I don't want to be together
So please don't delay me anymore
Because whatever this is, is done
We didn't used to be this way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is a spiritual experience that affects those that have found it profoundly. However, the emotion of love needs careful nurturing to maintain its bliss. Love is whimsical and temperamental, it comes unannounced and leaves without warning. I like the articulation, insight, and penning of the poem. Indeed, a nice piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.