I enjoyed peeling your name,
off of my white wall.
I gave you all I had,
you brought little if at all.
Your red letters lay in scraps,
on my otherwise clean gray floor.
Next I get to scoop you up,
and throw you out the back door.
I know you didn't mean it,
I really just don't care.
I looks as if you just found out,
You get what you give and that's fair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem! ! simple and full of feelings! !