This story started out picture perfect,
everything just right.
Two people madly in love.
As the days went by their love just grew,
unitl one day when things went astray.
Fighting started. Yelling at one another.
Things were just not right.
Slowly her picture perfect story
was slipping away and she did not know why.
It kep getting worse and worse.
The figthing increased.
It become daily, Over everything.
She could do nothing right.
She could not understand,
as her heart broke more and more.
She tried to bare it hoping it would get better.
Yet it just kept getting worse.
She could see her perfect story was slowy
becoming her grusome horror story.
Her heart broke by the secondds.
She could bare no more.
She put an end to it,
hoping maybe time would heal it,
and another try could be had,
until then
this is her horror story that
started out as a picture perfect love story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem