Hey, I am here again. I know I have left my stories, so I will put now some easy. One poem-song. It's about what John Smith felt after Pocahontas left him. Hope you like it. If it's good and you read it please review.

For our goodbye

Still standing at the balcony,

you hide your face

and I try to keep hidden my sorrow,

because I know, what you will say.

You promise me our love would last forever,

I won't believe again in love, never,

my heart want to say you please stay,

but my mind knows that you won't be happy with me, you say,

that you are sad, but I can't take that.

Never at one goodbye,

won't both cry,

will cry the only one who loved the other most,

and this is the worst, because I am who will cry.

You lie, you are not sad,

let me to be the only one,

who will cry for our love.

You want to walk away from me,

you are the one who forgot and let me to be,

only a half person,

you don't want to follow my direction.

You don't have the reason to be sad now,

that's what I will do,

from our both, you say the goodbye

I don't believe the single tear in your eye.

I am a pinch of blood at your lips,

a cold air at your fingers,

my half side, my half wing,

trying to find the meaning of being (still alive).

I can't live or die,

half body, half dream,

I won't forget if I drink,

I won't find happiness at my ship,

all this will follow me, until the road road of the life to stop me.

Just I will cry for our goodbye..

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