When I searched for something, I could not find it
Then I had what I always wanted, and as soon as I found it,
I lost it.
I forgot what I had, but sometimes I remember every moment I have close to me.
And so stupid that I write this, but now I think about it .. I miss it, and wants it back so badly.
I did it myself, I was not careful enough.
but well, I still have all the memories that never go away.
I will write them all on paper, and hang all over the city
just to let you know what I miss, and that I would like to return!
it is never wrong to take action, but whether the results? I feel that I no longer write poems, a rather nasty nightmare, just like all my other poems.
hopefully someone will respond
I can share my memories, and I do not have to feel alone anymore, it's the choice that I never previously had chosen.
