Reading your diary
Made my life scary
I always thought you lived happily
Without knowing what’s misery
But u kept it all in
Sharing it wasn’t a sin
You were my shoulder to lean
Was I never been?
If wishes could come true…
I wish….
I wish I could change it all
And not made that call
If it wasn’t for me
You would have been alive
But…
Now after reading your diary
Wonder where you would be
I always thought you played your guitar
For fun and you wanted to be a star
But I read in your diary another
It was a means of releasing your anger
I thought you were the greatest fan of rock
But what I read was a shook
You were the greatest fun of Mozart
And you loved it from your heart
One thing I regret
Not knowing you
Won’t give me a rest
Not knowing
Who you really were
But I will try to find out
If not all….
Just some part
June 28 2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem