I enjoyed it, in the first place
What a wrong thing I made,
I trusted you. And I thought I knew you;
But really you should have not made it
Cause, you are unable to have it set.
I waited for the treasure
And you keep running away unsure,
But you should have came
And I should have accepted.
But you always thought to hide,
Oh what a wrong thing I made.
Trusting a human like me?
The one who never respect time?
And made a promise she never kept.
Poem by: FAITH SITHOLE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem