I hate the way,
the way you make me feel,
i hate the way i love you,
the love that i feel
i showed you my soul,
you showed me your lies,
i bore my heart to you,
you drove through that knife
the wound you caused,
may never truly heal,
the pain im feeling,
will definitely be eternal
i wish i knew why,
why you had to lie,
you told me that you loved me,
you told me that you would die
without me you said you'd have nothing,
without you i said i would die,
we are not together anymore,
yet not truly alive
im so down and alone,
even in a crowd,
i wish i had you here,
i wish i could be truly alive
like i was back then,
just three weeks ago,
before all this happened,
before we lost our way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That last verse and its time scale reminds me of youth, and why we wrinklies shouldn't laugh...!