She told him that she loved him in the morning.
But by the time evening came around.
She had fell for a new guy.
She was a good-time girl.
One minute she wanted a guy and the next minute she didn't.
Any guy who got seriously involved with her.
He was in for a lot of heartbreak.
Because when she finished using him.
She would throw him out like the trash.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aye yi yi, sounds like you might just call her a! No offense with bad language there, from one poet to another.