You said we'd be perfect, why do I cry at night
when everything was suppose to turn out right?
Why does a tear escape my eye,
if life's not worth the cry?
Why did I hold your hand only for it to dissappear?
why are these memories so vividly clear?
Why does it take so much time to heal?
Why can't I tell you how I feel?
The answers to these question i guess I'll never know,
but for now it hurts to bad to let you go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem