to the end of the world
i promise i will go
to get what you want
and even more
but am sure u will give
a very special thing
it's a way big stab
right in my back
but i promise i will love
like a silly big idoit
hung on a string
many people say
dont cry for whats gone
but i always keep donig it
i keep droping tears
for many long years
hoping someone will hear
oneday and will run
and get me out of this mess
and say honey is okay
cuz am here to stay
but all this is fake
cuz i kept waiting
but still am left
pretenting to be strong
but deeply am fallling
and the strength they see is a frame
things r the same
and will never change
so me stop hoping
and take another lane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice work, very sad and moving, keep it up!