sceard to death
that one day
you will stop loving me
sceard that one day
you will get sick of me.
sceard to death
that im the only one
that feels this way
i dont wan to be the girl
that loves some one
with all her heart
only to be crushed
by them soon after.
dont want to be
hurt again i have been there
i have felt that
and i dont think
that i could handle
that pain again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a great poem its just you spelt scared wrong very wonderful though Heather Stephens