You're cold.
Eyes as black as night...
You give everyone a fright,
But with all my might
You're still in my sight.
Your smile is fake
Your teeth are sharp.
You ripped out my heart...
My pain is your pleasure.
I always felt pressured, to love you.
Why are you still under my bed?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem