by myself i sit
alone and cold
with a heart of a million..
little pieces of gold
too many times ive been used
rejected or abused
left with these scars
stretch marks
or in bars
tell me when its over
its all just a ride
or love me like i should
let me show you i could
deep down youll see
im as sweet as can be
honest trustworthy
why wont someone love me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well done nice poem! i like it, shows the true pain of your past love...