As I lie to your face
And you accept it as fact
Even thought I feel
Like the lie stack against
I know
What happens?
If she ever suspect
She doesn't deserve that
But lust clouds that
A day she finds out
There will be hell to pay
And that my fear
That's why
My idea fixes that
Death of her will fix the problem
No one expects a grieving father
The children will be fine
They're too young to remember
That I killed their mother
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem