It doesn’t mean I don’t love you
That I’ll leave you or forget
Our time is ending its true
But the love I don’t regret
It Hurts It does
But I don’t feel it no more
I don’t feel the love
I would rather be poor
Then be with someone with no love
And to care with no precipitation
I’d rather fly away
Then be manipulated
You stoped saying you love me
That you miss or you care
It breaks me so I don’t feel free
And the love was never their
What should I think?
And what should I feel
All I need is a drink
And a fair deal
I thought you were the one
But I swear we are drifting
I can’t feel you no more
Are you even real?
You mean the world
That’s why I cry
Left open and dying
That’s what I feel inside
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem