No! Don’t say you love me
don’t say nice words for me
those words make no difference
It is too late for words,
you hurt me already
you wounded me too deep.
Why couldn’t you just see
in the way i am,
was my only fault to be too open
pure without lies
or couldn’t you live with knowlidge
that i need life around
parties, dancing, celebrations,
laughing, chating and wondering,
were you jealous for nothing?
without a reason, and blame me
i never done.
How can you expect i could
ever forget those words, those wounds you made,
and just few nice word could fix everything.
No.It is too late now.
I opened my eyes and remembered everything,
and nobody will wound me again.
Comments about this poem (no! by sanja sarinda )
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