Love Poetry - to Forget
To Forget With both hands on my head,
towards my heart I always squeezed it out.
From my heart and through my veins,
towards my hands I always wrung it out.
Then with my hands,
together with ink on countless sheets of paper,
I always poured it out.
Hoping for the time,
that even if by chance,
once again it would reach you:
Yet it seems that time has already taught you,
something which I am yet to learn: