That phrase again, repeating redundantly
I can recall not how often I hear it daily,
I keep hearing these words; 3 words and 8 letters
That you repeat always as if we truly were lovers.
I've no clue why many want to hear
This cursed line that I resent and fear,
I've no idea why they say I live in a dream,
For of this farced vow, I see not the gleam.
Don't you dare say it, not that cursed line
Don't try to fool me; your heart is not mine
Don't you try to convince me that there is such thing as 'we',
Stop this torture, please—please don't say that you love me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem