All I feel is his love,
on his sleeve,
it weakens my knees,
I feel his heart in his sleep;
When I'm hurt, I can't believe,
that he didn't lie, but he deceived me,
my heart's crying, he pierced me though my soul,
my blood's not even red; it's blue 'cause that was cold;
All I feel is to forgive him and move on,
but it's hard because I don't want to be alone.
if he doesn't come back tonight, I'm not going to sleep,
'cause this love story is not what I want to re-read;
When he comes back again, I hope he apologizes,
hopes he makes it up again and re-writes his story lines,
because if this story ends, unfortunately,
I'll never love again,
and I'll stand by that statement, faithfully.
This is all I feel...
This is all I really feel...
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