There is a meaning behind every word,
There is hatred behind every sword,
And for every person
That has ever died,
Their sweet memories have been left behind
But no one will remember them,
They will move on,
Every bad thing has already been done,
So why try to remember?
Why try to cry?
Just forgive, forget and say goodbye.
By Enxhi Caushaj
Filed under: Goodbye Poems