His love to me is past
His cunning smile did not last
Our days together weren't entirely fast
Though, I wished they were sort of a blast
How decieving can someone be?
Taking such advantage of me
He was so trustworthy
Yet, turned to be rather unworthy
You now claim I left you,
And that our love was ever so true
How hypocritical can someone be?
A heartbreaker: that was he.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem