if my love for you wasnt real,
baby, i wouldnt be here cutting..
if my love for you aint real..
why am i crying?
if you think my love is fake..
why am i fading away?
without that touch of your hand..
the taste of your lips..
your body by myside..
my life is drifted away.
i didnt realize till your gone away..
bleeding on my arm..
it dont matter, i just want you to know
that i fell in love with you..
and i still am.
with every song,
word,
picture..
its all reminds me of you..
if my love for you aint real..
what did i do wrong?
if my love isnt true..
what have i said wrong?
if my love is fake..
why am i tearin up and tearin myself apart?
my heart is left with an empty hole..
soulless.. and tired.. of the world.
if my love aint real..
baby why am i killin myself?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem says so exactly what I feel. It's scary. In fact I just sumitted a poem that says more or less the same.