Eyes seek out until he's sighted.
There I sit, love unrequited.
With a painfilled heart, I let out a sigh.
This knife called hate will cause me to die.
Tearfilled eyes begin to flow.
It's hard to let your feelings show.
Misktakes were made, feelings revealed.
Should've known better and left them concealed.
Now times almost over, it's almost the end.
I'm sorry that you broke my heart and I hope you're sorry it won't mend.
But it's alright, from my life you'll soon be gone.
I'll find someone to love me and help me move on.
Sounds like a massive shame to me, and it also sounds like a situation that could have happened to me recently. Am I right in saying you loved this guy but he didn't show anything back? Maybe I should tell that girl then. You may have just helped me with my own life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely writing, and how sad Steve