Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But love breaks my heart.
Everyday you give it away that he is the one you want.
And when he finally finds out,
Your heart shouts in pain,
For he has rejected you,
On so many levels.
That every level contains a needle,
Being stabbed into your life, your dreams,
And even your fantasy.
Of what now would never be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem