Why don't you love me,
why don't you like me,
why did you go against me,
why did you make us the way we were?
I've never felt that you love me,
Now I know that for sure,
why are you always telling me,
to walk out the door?
I love you, still,
after all these years,
but I find that the time I spend with you,
always ends in tears.
YOU DON'T LOVE ME! ! ! ! !
(This is another poem that goes out to my 'loving mother'.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
always interesting to read your poems Amie! well written