Why do we hurt
The ones we love?
Why do we let
It happen?
Hearts are as tender
As a dove
But we lie and hide
Behind deception
So much easier to tell
The truth
Than to design new
Stories
Why are we so
Uncouth?
On the prowl for new
girls and boys
Living a lie with all
Our ability
Only to find that you
Were cheating on me! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem