all the blood that i bleed
every tear that i whipe
will never let me get over
all the cuts that i have made.
you told me you loved me
you told me you want me
but all of a sudden
im sitting here with out you.
should i ever wonder...
how long it will take for you
to come back...
for all the lies you have made...
even the jokes that you pulled...
too be over...
my blood still runs off
runs off my hand...
to the thoughts of you dancing in my head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem