Where there once was a garden
Now stands a rose
Where there once was love
Hate now grows
This was a land
A land of dreams
Now nothing
Is what it seems
You gave me the chance
a chance to forgive
But that chance
Was for you to live
Now I’ve come to reality
You’re so called love
Is more like brutality?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is kind of scarry isnt it? love for trade.