When i look at you, i have nothing to say.
When i think about you, you were only a mistake standing in my way.
When i hear you about you i walk away.
When you look at me i wonder how you feel.
When you think about me, i wonder did you care.
When you hear about me do you talk and stay?
When you broke my heart, how did you expect for me to feel?
When you did what you did, did you realize my heart was real?
When you look back on old times do you want it back?
So many questions, with answers that lack.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem