take a step back and give him time,
keep your distance love is a crime.
don't let him bother me,
though all he talks about is SHE.
i shouldn't let him in my mind,
keep him out, its all good you'll find.
you shouldn't cry,
though you feel like you wanna die.
your heart is ripped out and thrown away,
like a neddle in a bale of hay.
so hard to find so easy to brake
i'll tell myself the love for himi is fake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again, a beautifully written poem. The girl I wrote A Pretty Beauty just told me she broke up with her boyfriend. She felt it was the best thing to do, but wasn't really happy with it, which made me feel sad. I want her to be happy and as long as she isn't, I'm not. I may seem happy on the outside, but on the inside I'm dying from sadness...