tears fill my eyes
and I want to cry
form the hundred lies
you told a million times
I can't tack it any more
to love you is to not be loved
because you don't love me
like you say you do
because if you love was true
you wouldn't do what you do
you would not keep me in the dark
and starve my lonely hart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that was really good