Some day you will cry for me, like i cry for you.
Some day you will long for me, like i long for you.
It was never ment to be,
because i loved you but,
you didnt love me.
Inside im a volcano waiting to explode,
I just wanted to cuddle up to you
and remember the smell of your clothes.
The memories will always be with me
even if your not.
the things we did toghther will never be forgot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a familiar pain. It's so baffling that the people you simply cant let go of are the ones who don't really care. On the other hand it is great to have willing friends to help you get through the rough times. It starts to get confusing though when those two aforementioned types of people end up being the same person. Thats really weird!