Here I am, crying out blood losing sleep trying to figure out what I did to this woman, what mistakes did I made without realizing; if I hurt you on any kind of ways and form.
Praying non stop, Asking God to turn back the clock for me just once. Asking God for you to give me a second chance So I could do better with you, be a better person, a better companion, the perfect man, the perfect Christian that you deserved.. But all alone this was all a SELFISH ACT. Good for you though... If me losing my life is what would Of made you happy I would do it, If you leaving me is what makes you happy. Good for you, good for you. Good for you. Happy for you you move on, glad you are happy now. Until the last breath of my life know that know human can't love another human like I love you. If missing you and loving you every second is a sin know that I'm already condemned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is a series of learning experiences. I assume that you are very young and this may have been the first or one of the first loves. June was only 2 months ago. What you felt was real but it wasn't the end all. Hang in there, Jerry. Writing is good therapy. Keep it up. Peace