We Laugh about the past.
But Secretely wish we Could bring it back.
What we had now is
Nothing.
We Once we're Perfect,
Me and you.
But our World crashed
Down and everything
Faded away, for way to
Long we pretended
Everything was right to
Make things better,
But little did we know That what everthing
Was falling apart.
Things will never be the Same and we wont be
Who we we're
Its too late to make Things Work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this poem. and don't worry about that other guy who commented on here, he's retarded. You're a great writer.