I love it most
When you made your promises
And then failed to go through with them
When you wanted to make it all up to me
And then forgot all about me
When you said you couldnt live without me
And then went on without me
Was it worth you troubles?
Why waste your precious time?
Why waste mine?
So here it is
My goodbye
The hardest thing i will ever write
Go now on your own
But before i go, please know
That i have no regrets but one
That i have lost a part of me i can never have back
And i hope that you find your home
Where ever it is, who ever she is
Home is where the heart, and sometimes I wonder where that is, and there shall be noone after you for quite sometime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, G. H. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.