When I need you the most you aren't even there.
I'm beginning to realize that you don't even care.
What am I supposed to do,
Where am I supposed to turn?
Into the arms of another man,
Seems to be the only other plan.
It's not something I really want to do,
But I am sick of fighting with you.
Your actions cute me deep,
Like a sharp serrated knife.
Actions speak louder than words,
And you'll realize you had it good afterward.
~Beautifully Broken~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written, nice flow and well worded. Thank you for sharing I really like this poem.