Crime in my own mind.
Loving you differently, You...'just being kind.'
Love is defined three ways
Guilty am I, my way different, I say.
Warnings and signals you gave from the start.
Ground rules were laid but I still lost my heart.
Crime in my own mind
Leaving me blind
You...'just being kind.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem. It's amazing how people see things like 'good' and 'bad', 'right' and 'wrong', and 'life' and 'death' so differently. Keep up the good work