I will forget you, I will,
It's going to be tough, I know it will,
But at least I'll have the last laugh.
I will not miss you, I won't,
I will be pissed at myself, but I know
I will be bless, for doing this is the best.
I will not think of you, this I promise you.
If it's the only way for my heart to be still,
and the only way for my soul to be free.
I will go on living, I must,
For I still have so much to give and to share,
To the right man,who'll come along,
And can offer me his best!
Hi Vilma,
Very nice poem. Liked it a lot. And we can
do anything we set our heads to.