THE TIME (ORIGINAL POEM)

The time passes by so incredibly fast,
but, I still have not buried the past ...
I cannot so easily forget our memories,
I have composed a lot of bitter melodies ...
I dream a dream, the candles there gleam,
so at her grave, I loudly cry and scream ...
She committed suicide, left me with the pain,
now, all my life without her seems in vain ...
She was always kind, but so depressed,
but, with her, every day was so blessed ...
How to cope, now, when I am so alone,
I just feel the pain in my every bone ...