Disappointed in myself
for not seeing the sign,
I have no one
but myself to malign,
For I have created the beginning
and the end,
of the feelings
that I now try to mend.
Love dwells among lies
where little or no trust now exist,
and I am left all alone unable to resist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
gd poem keep up the gd work and by that u'll be writing the beginning of a gd story (ur life) and no one can imagine her end not even u, nice job