People say that love is a game,
leanr how to love, it aint about fame.
Sometimes you feel like you have found the one,
and after a while you got told that htey are with someone
you fall to ground,
you break your jaw on the floor,
if they say I love you, it's nothing more than a horrid sound.
It's so hard to part,
and thinking about your love,
It's jsut a way of art.
I know because I feel this way,
I have been hurt, and felth it everyday.
It feels like a knife to your heart,
everything collapses,
you are exactly at the start,
why couldn't she be true?
why didnt she..
all these questions with no awnsers,
it's doesnt matter how much I ask,
I still feel blue..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem