There’s a stabbing pain
When you call my name
Knowing what I did to you
Things will never be the same
I can't believe what I did
And I know it was not right
I miss everything about you
I miss it when we’d hug real tight
I’ve pulled and pulled
On your heart
What’s done is done
It can't just restart
I wish you could
You have to see
What I did to you
And what it did to me
I love the thought
Of me and you
I'm sorry for what I’ve done
Everything’s just so new
The sad part is knowing that
I love you, but I can’t
But I still love you
With every painful pant
And so you know
That is why
You’re the reason
When I cry
Miranda, these words pulled on my heart string. Wonderful poem. I love it.
The title was Hurt, but it could have just as well have been Regret. That's what I got most out of this poem. Regret. Nice job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey i read this and.....wow, its just awesome not much i can say than that