'It two wrongs make a right
what do I have to do to mess up
My heart has been playing this game for to long it’s tired of being dressed up
Under these shoulder pads my heart is forced to wears in believe it would lessen the impact of heart break
You can see the wounds love made cutting deep into my chest
I feel like my heart has been ripped out my chest like a baby being separated from their mother
I never thought something so sweet would hurt me this bad.
I guess when my heart beats it gets beat down.
I was confused when encountering love, it left me breathless. Having me thinking all night
about this person’s perfection, oh my, this made me feel restless
but only to find out these Cut throat people only want to make you feel neck-less
Love makes you suffocate in your own sorrows
so that’s why now I carry my inhaler
I don't want to feel the pain of heart break
because I don't think I can find the pieces again
Every Woman that passes me so beautifully
seems special, sometimes Fooling me to believe they are different
Making me feel as though I have met a keeper
but underneath all the beauty and personality which they project on me, they are just the same looking for a heart to reap....' - Bo-Edward Lawrence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem