love is rare,
love is strange,
nothing lost nothing gained
all we know is people change
roses are red
violets are blue
im inlove but not with you
theres a good reason
reasons to why
you dated me
then you made me cry
all i wanted was for you
to change your words
to think things through
to tell me everything that
you do
when i met you the first time
you we're so nice
you were so kind
now it seems that you used me
used me for everything
i helped you out to get a
friend to find out your so
different i HATE that
you make me cry
you cause me pain
its not a lie
now we go on
all again
repeating the footsteps
that you had lead
goodbye, goodbye thats all
i'll say i never wanna
see your face again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thats realy sweet i think you really good you get a 10