I thought love was pure
Almost always was a cure
If it is then I am immune
For love sickness has left me in ruin
Love is the poisen inside my soul
Another was so-called congenial
I was left in the dust
Stomped on and crushed
Until I regained my feel
My trust is broken
My guard destroyed
My love forsaken
My heart devoid
Scattered not whole
Cold not heated
Thoughts all mixed
All this has left me defeated
I was taken for granted
Lied to and cheated on
Left unimportant...
And so life goes on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I remember what you were. And I wish I knew what I know now, and so maybe I would understand.. I would've understood.. I love your writing.