Late at night I find myself thinking about
the times we used to have.
, We Did.
Even without the Love
I'll find myself thinking about good times.
, We Lived.
Yet I don't understand why I'm left here
without you,
Now I can't understand why I'm feeling I've done my best
to be so bad, Was I So Bad?
Why do I feel I'm commiting a mortal Sin
for loving you again and again? .
Yes I do.
My emotions have scars and my heart is'nt whole i've been sliced wide from you.
Why From You.
Still I can't understand why I'm left here,
Without YOU.
I don't understand why you do your best
to see our good as a life of bad.
, Was it so Bad.? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love ❤ is a spiritual experience that affects one profoundly. Albeit a voyage of pure bliss, it also whimsical and temperamental - appearing unannounced and may leave without warning, if not carefully catered to and nurtured at all times to maintain its bliss. A lovely poem you have here, nicely penned from the heart with conviction. Thanks for sharing.