This poem i started writing
When we started fighting
All about you just like our relationship.
And i began to ponder on all the things i hated about you
just to make you mad
feeling this rechid hatred
did nothing more than make me sad.
for i already miss you.
One by one i began thinking of the bad things i could write
But all i saw in my mind was a beautiful sight.
The smile you make when i take away the pain
The way we held hands as we strolled through the rain.
Half way done i remember your face
intently pressing down i begin to backspace
to rewrite this poem to mean so much more
and stop you from drowning in tears on the floor.
one day again when we argue
you will finally see its true
that all along when you started reading
This peom was all about you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem