Looking at the paparizzi,
But not a word registered,
Upon my empty bothered mind.
Starring at the pages,
With wide awake tired eyes,
Sored with dried tears.
Because you came and teased,
And left me hanging at the cliff,
Without reason or explanation.
Why did you do this to me?
What was my mistake that made
Me deserving of this?
Now I am shedding a tear
For you, but I do not really
Know if you feel it too.
(11/25/04. 8: 00 p.m)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem