She stood there, right in front of me,
she looked hotter then in my memory.
Feelings descended,
She looked offended.
She was a part of my history
I couldn't help to stare at her,
Emotions fully at a stir.
Thinking at the past, doing her pain,
our relation, ment to be a broken chain.
I loved her so much, so much in the past,
Even when i knew our love wouldn't last.
Two people, two thoughts and two in one world,
But one love in two individuals, beeing curled.
She thought me how to love, how to be in love
to have a relationship, to be a part of.
Eventually it had to happen, we broke apart,
we both made a fresh, a fresh new start.
But your first love will never be forgotten,
Memories will stay in silk white cotton.
I walked towards her and she saw me,
Could it be, could "us" be again "we"?
But for her no recognition,
for her no memory.........................
For the second time.....she left me.......
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Some background information:
I love to make poems, i did this from when i was a child.
But it's hard to make a poem in a foreign language.
I had some help from:
http://www.rhymezone.com (search for rhyme words) and
http://babelfish.altavista.com (translation)
The pic is from a
random gothic girl i made a few years ago, the chain is googled.
I know this poem isn't high class but i think it's good enough to post here.
(to be honest, i am proud i made my first poem in a foreign language)