Chaotic thoughts whirl around in my head
perhaps you love me, you probably don't
confused feelings leave me wanting my bed
but I can't, I mustn't ask you, I wont
so do you love me, or do you hate?
it matters little, for misery is my fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yet another Jack with talent. Very well put, but misery need not be your fate. 18 and written yourself off already? tut tut 10 from Tai