THE BITTER TRUTH

I heard them say,
every work of man,
is attacked by decay and destroyed by age,
everything is doomed to die

but who!who!
knew that my love would leave me?
that the feelings i once had,
would crumble into pieces

the flower of love,
blossoming in my heart,
has withered and tarnished,
and has been lost,in the wilderness

the stream flowing in my heart,
with the milk of sweet love,
has dried,
and left behind dry beds,

it really hurts,
hurts so much,
when someone has to let go pain,
my dear Angela,

you broke my heart into pieces,
pieces so so small,
that can pass on the eye of a needle.
come back we had a mission,

our dreams were filled with vision,
don't make me a substitution
make me the first option
but you paged me,you got the right person

i still have memories,
of all our joyfully moments,
in happiness sorrows and dreams
my heart is still bleeding

but,
i have to respect your opinion
and move on with my decision
perhaps take a vacation.