I know what the papers are saying is true
But I’m still in love with you
Your past is filled with blood and murder
And it kills me to hear of what you did to him and her
But you’ve changed and we live in the present
Now you hate what you did with resentment
So I will wait for you
And when you are put to death my life I’ll make through
With a gun to my head
And happy thoughts of being dead
i really hope this is not a true story, but otherwise well written!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ooh, nice rhyming! Definitely deserves a higher rating!