Words spoken out of anger
Who i love now a stranger
Truths bent and contorted
Everything said and distorted
Thoughts that don't belong
Some weak and some strong
Our time wasted and gone
Lines in the sand now drawn
Too much has been undone
And I knew before we'd begun
You did not want to be the one
Now the memories weigh a ton
And I was just hoping for a little lift
Maybe on my birthday, for a gift
But that will never happen
The gods have not finished laughin
At me-at my foolish tries
Know it's true that fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem