i look at him in the place by my side
and i think about all the nights i have cried
trying to figure out if its love that i feel
or if the thoughts in my head are not real
i want him back, well i think i do
but its only a thought not something i will do
i love him, i hate him
i want to be friends
but the love we shared
will be with me till the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice poem. been done, as the saying goes, but you did it well, average at worst. fancy reading mine. i am only 15, i wrote this poem when i was thirteen. i have just discovered a folder with all my old poems in. days of the past, is the first poems name.