The seashore has left. The sun won't rise. It's dark and cold with lots of rain. It hurts remembering the times we spent. It kills me now seeing you moved on. I painted this smile on my face so you can't see through me. I don't know why or how I let you slip through my fingers like that. I only wish the best between you and your new lover. I will miss you emotionally. But I won't show it physically. I am better than that. I need to be strong. It's raining harder when I saw her in our arms where I belong. Then I realized the rain was only my tears,
man do i kno how you feel same thing happend 2 me once he moved on but i hadn't this tells my feelings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic use of ambiguity and possessive pronouns. Also, the use of seashore and sunrise really does suggest to the reader that this love was an impossibly ideal, fantasy situation which was doomed to end. Top poem.