I thought I could trust you with my heart.
But you left me out like forgotten items in a shopping cart.
Once bought, and ready to use, left to rot in the parking lot.
The sun shines, isn't it suppose to bring happiness to us, instead of making us hot?
Maybe this is too big of a shot, but will you love me again, or love me not?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
musical and almost fun....although written in seriousness liked it cheers