After the dust has settled
And the arguments fell silent
Time fails to heal all wounds
And thoughts reflect on the past
Judging and second guessing
Perhaps it was all a lie we believed
Making us characters of a story
Perhaps you never loved me
But loved who you wished me to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Changing another sel-dumb works. Try loving " what is" in spite of quirks?