I wash my hands of you,
i loved you, you were my boo,
so I wash my hands of you,
the hugs, kisses, and laughs are no more,
the pain that you caused me has com to a holt,
i would cut off the water but,
I still wash my hands of you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is simple, cute and seems real comeing from the bottom of your heart