OK…here’s the story…
You crashed into my life…
Like a storm out of the blue…
You said…you were no good…! ! !
That no one could love you…! ! !
Well…string me up…
And call me dead…
Cus…im ready to die for you…! ! !
If that’s all we can do…
Cus…your special…! ! !
Your mine…! ! !
No matter what…
Love is like a creeping vine…
Not always wanted…
And often…ignored…
Sure it hurts! ! ! …but…
So does slitting your wrists…! ! !
........... to look into heaven.. one must die... to feel love..one must love...! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you are a very special poet bianca