You say you’re not the same
You feed me your sweet cake
But I know your usual game
You’re a the one who is a fake
You talk
You try
You walk
You cry
I’m everything to you,
But I can see through those lies
You bit off more than you can chew
You could almost reach the prize
You want it and you get it
Then just discard as you please
But that you will never admit
You’re what I call a disease
And now it’s my turn
Ill do what others couldn’t do
Show you what it’s like to burn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ooow! burning in your words huh Robert? It seems it is you who are at dis ease with this female, good to write it out and be done with the bitter feelings that exude from this poem. Keep at her....smiling at you, Tai