I think of you sometimes,
I ask the what ifs,
Sometimes I am happy that you're gone,
But i dont seem to be over this chapter.
I envy how fast you moved on
Because i still think of you sometimes,
I remiscence about the old days
And my heart stops beating for a sec,
It still remembers,
Other than repainting my walls,
The old paint stills lies beneath.
I could cry to flash you out of my system.
I didnt realise you were rooted to my
soul.
I dont refuse to move on.
Someday you will be forgotten.
On a wild day
Another flower will bloom.
Kiddo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem