When I spoke I was told
You felt those feelings
So I held in hope
When you also spoke
These feelings would never get old
This is what I was told
So was I in the bliss of ignorance
To not notice the promises you broke
Broken in love I fell in lie
Never could I fall out of a lie, old
I grew, but the heart never grew cold
I held in hope
Though the pieces you sold
And the money I gave
For the lies I bought
Just so for a little longer
I’d be kept by your side
All in hopes
Of what was once spoke
Would be love
And how it’ll never get old
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem of uf required love and yearning. Agree with Alexander, the flow needs a little attention.