Why did you even bother,
to bring joy in my life?
If you never meant what you said,
you just leave me here to cry.
For so long I thought you loved me,
but here with the truth spoken;
All of my dreams have shattered,
and now I am broken.
Who would ever want me?
A toy with a broken heart;
Whose stitches are all unraveled,
who would easily fall apart.
Forever I will sit on the shelf,
my tears as a token;
As the evidence of my torment,
from lying here...broken.
*09-13-02
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I would like to translate this poem
nikia i like your poems would you mind haveing a look at my poems would like some fed back thanks