If you mean
what you said to me
and you dont feel like dying
you never loved me
paint pictures of fake happiness
with golden sunsets
bloodless bouquets
line streets of a world
that keeps you from me
or was it just you
either way I feel used
cheap and thrown away
an unwanted gift
a collection of sad mistakes
the crown prince of nothing
I am without you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem read mine DustyRoad