I looked you up on Facebook,
But you could not be found.
No matter where I'd look,
You were not around.
I thought of all the times that you
Had stabbed me through the heart,
And all the times you said, 'We're through, '
Though we would never part.
Has there been an un-friending?
Am I on the chopping block?
Our love was never-ending,
But now it is on lock.
nice poem , , Has there been an un-friending? Am I on the chopping block? Our love was never-ending, But now it is on lock., ,
The mirror of a socialite. Perfectly articulated and rhymed. More strength.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think your love is on hold, not on the chopping block. I was on Facebook for about a year, and that is where you make virtual friends and you have freedom of speech too. I advise you to stay on Facebook and keep searching.