Disappointment, Heartache, Betrayal,
Pain, Anguish, and Torture.
These are what I feel
When I think of you.
My heart keeps breaking
With each hurtful remark,
Each hateful comment
You make.
I question your motives
Time and time again,
Wondering simply how this could be.
First new friends, trusting completely
Now old friends, with no trust at all.
I pity you.
With each arguement,
Every single fight,
My wall grows thicker.
My light grows dim.
You enevitibly will cause my demise.
I feel it in my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fragile and decaying coz of love went berserk? ? hey love is ups amd downs kinda thing, especially during the early stage.Nice writes Candika.