Destriyed my life
she stills lough
acts of love, but hate is enough
only she does is blough
I'm not eavle, but to her I am
and only her for that you can blame
hate her, we'll never be the same
lost my parents, lost my best freind
but even this won't make it end
my woonds will heal
my heart will mend
because even thought it all
h's always there holding my hand
and for that I always stand won't fall a part
of his heart I'm still fond
I'm not stupid I'm nor blind
I know him better than her
I feel him not like her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem