All my life i waited for the right guy to come along
but it seemed that no one wanted me.
I waited for myself to say i told you that no one will come for you
because you are so ugly.
I had no one to be faithful to until some guy came along.
He was the nicest boy i've ever met.
I gave everything up for him but it turned out to be wrong so I didn't have my heart tore to pieces.
Instead I tore his heart apart because I was afraid of getting my heart tore.
I went back to him but he told me no that I wasn't good enough for him anymore.
I gave up everything for that little person that I knew was not good for me either.
After reading Ms.Ferguson's bio, i guess it must be charthartic to write and share your emotions on such a painfull subject.I guess i've been there and done that-as well.Ive read a lot of poems on this 'love lost' subject and i give each my full attention and respect.The structure is understandably a little loose here, but i got a kick out of the 'little person' comment toward the end. Sounds.like it, yes!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't bother - beauty is only skin-deep. And this world's but a stage. People walk in to exit after delivering what they are pre-destined to deliver. Your love will surely find a way. You portray the characteristic impatience of your age - nevertheless that is also what makes the days of youth so vivacious. That you have taken to lyrics to express your agonies and ecstasies is commendable from the old-world point of view as is mine. May I ask you to be a bit more careful about your spellings and grammar? I am not asking you to compromise with your very own poetic liberty. Hope you accept this criticism from an old man with grace.