Could you count all the times
That you have mended my heart
Just so you could crush it and break it apart
You have got no idea
That I am hurting all the while
Because I hide all my pain
With a bubbly laugh and a white smile
All my frustration and heartache
They are secrets to you
I must be a great actress
Because you still don't have a clue
Yet sometimes it breaks through
Sometimes I flounder my act
Yet you still don't see my pain
Truth be told, you could not count all the times
That you have mended my heart
Just so you could crush it and break it apart
One more time
i can relate so well to this last stanza Truth be told, you could not count all the times That you have mended my heart Just so you could crush it and break it apart One more time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was an awesome poem! I loved the writing scheme