I wrote this because of my pastor…he just struck a chord..
Put onto a pedestal
He continually lets you down
When will you learn no tot trust
The grief destroys what’s left of your heart
He said he’d always be there
But he was only there when it was convenient
You try to forget
But something’s always around to remind you
Next time you’ll be ready to fight
You won’t be hurt again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem