Don't tiptoe around me 'cause
my heart is made of glass.
Don't fight to finish,
fight to last.
I don't want you if you aren't true;
my heart couldn't take it if it knew the truth.
You stole my heart,
now I want it back.
You wanted me to leave
and never come back.
I'm trying to go but I feel
I'm missing something important,
but now it's stolen and dormant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Okay, the message of this poem is loud, clear, and beautiful. I really like the line 'don't fight to finish/fight to last.' That is deep, girlfriend. The last line, though, is rhythmically a little awkward. Also, I hate you because you can rhyme better than me. annnnd...kudos on the Blondie reference.