I'm young, little, a child
he doesn't feel that
he doesn't know that
he doesn't see it like that
he thinks that i'm a women and he's a man,
he's wrong, he doesnt understand
he thinks everything is ok but forgets
that it's his imagination
he says he loves me, i thought it was a lie
until i heard him cry
they say when a boy cries over a girl,
that boy will never find a girl like her
i said i didnt love him but he made me cry,
they say when a girl cries over a guy, she
really loves him, it's true, i lost him
then remembered how preciouse he was
the only thing i can do is let go of him,
let him think, if he doesn't come back,
he never was mine, we were never ment to be
and if he comes back, we were born to
live and die together
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a cute write this is, , , whatever happens, , happens for the good, , , , sooner or later you would realize this, , , nice write,