Does she know I still dream of her? Those nights of her sleeping so far away, but so close to see her in a peaceful state?
Would you remember me as the silent monster, or the broken man that still hurts from losing the angel he can not stop loving?
So strange for everyone I know to run into you, but for me never again to...
Every passing moment I hope your happy, every moment of my thought is spent on you. I lost my faith in God, but I still pray that you stopped crying through your wrist.
Every night without thinking I still look at the pictures you sent me... Your smile I miss so...
If you are happy, I pray to never see you again, I'd rather suffer in this world then to hurt you again...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem