You wanted me because of what
You could become, since there
Was no way out, so you felt
In that love with me.
You always wanted me to be what
I'm not and can never be.
When you said you love me,
I thought you meant it.
But my instinct kept telling me the opposite.
You did many goodies to prove yourself,
but simple things, you could never say or do.
Not even a rose or card to say how you felt about me.
When there is a letter saying ' I Love You'
it's closured is materialitic.
Why wouldn't I doubt?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem