I was rude and cruel because i was a fool
i was imature and impatient because i was just a fool
i was angery, mean, and everything in between and didnt treat you like a queen because i was a fool
iam sorry for the things that i did it will never happen again
because
IAM NO LONGER A FOOL
i agree becca, at least your changed johnny, good job.
the flow in this is good. sometimes it is the people who we care for the most who we treat the wrost. we are all fools... then when the thing that is Precious to us is taken away... we become the seeing once more. Becca
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
definately agree with becca, either we treat the ones we love badly and the ones that treat us badly we treat like they're preacious jewels, people are so twisted in their actions