I gave you my heart as I was kind
And you took it as you didn’t mind
But you thought I am your property
Whenever you nicknamed me beauty
Now we have broken I regret
As it is very difficult to forget
The nice time in the parking under the tree
How you manage to meet when you were free
How we shared the first kiss
Which along with you I do miss
I still remember your eyes which are back
But I know you don’t want me back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
build on those broken dreams so when he sees you he will really be kicking himself! 10+