I hate the way you are.
And what you done to me.
Sometimes your act so bizarre.
So I doubt and disagree.
I hate the way you are.
And how you make me feel.
Scratching old scars.
Which needed time to heal.
I hate the way you are.
And all what’s said and done.
But still…it makes you by far.
My very special someone.
Val.08-08-2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unless you find pleasure in pain and suffering, there is a way out and move on! It is not easy but it can been done! You already have found the key to open the handcuffs that is keeping nailed down to a chair of suffering and pain! That key is Poetry where you can freely express the Outburst of your heart and your great desires! I did it and so you! This is a well penned and poignant write that opened the door to the the entire World! 10+++ Keep inspiring the World with your talented writes! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City....