Love is like glass
It continuosly n continuesly
Breaks...no matter how fragile u treat it
And everytime i think
Glass wont hurt me
But those scars on my hands and on my hurt say different
Why do i even try to fix it
When i know it gonna hurt me? ? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
because you emo :)) here the answer