Our love was magical
one that seemed only to exist in fairy tales.
Now i see it does.
Never again will i fall so hard.
I will forever be recovering from the last.
Next time you'll be the one to jump
I will no longer be played for a fool.
I am no more flattered by your wandering eyes
Than I am by your softly broken lies.
I never wanted to know that something could be so beautiful, so magical.
And really be nothing at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem