When I liked him
He loved me,
Now I love him
But I have lost him.
He left me
Called me desperate,
Not for each other
We were made.
He holded my hand
I was afraid of losing him,
Now I wanna hold him
When I have lost him.
I can't forget him
So he calls me freak,
But he is the one
To make me as weak.
He was upset
When I cried,
Now it irritates him
When i tries.
'I love your poems'
He used to say,
But the situation now
Has totally been changed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem