A gift is a gift
As well as a cruse is a cruse
Little did I know the difference
That what you gave me
Was not your heart and soul
But your betrayal and hate
Nothing but a cruse
you have sent upon me
Living days and nights
worrying about you
if you are alright
Little did I know my fate
When I stood before you
Dressed in white
and said 'I do'
What did I not do right?
Why did you go to her
and came back at sunrise?
Too many tears I had shed
And too many prayers I had prayed
Hold the phone....
Your cloths are at the door
I ain't going to take this no more
Take your things and leave
Now I am finally freed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem