You're the iron man, Wolverine without a dent
Remember in the winter when you'd go down to the pub
Those nights we're cold as stone
Hard as bone
Though mine were soft, or so you said.
As your hollow heart broke them in our darkest dreams
When you'd change it was hard to hold on
The flowers, chocolates.
That time you told me you'd never hurt me I wanted to punch you
Scream, run, spit in your face.
The pain was one thing
Your delusion was worse
I'd pray on the worst nights, head bowed
Out loud -
Begging that one day I could break through,
And touch you.
They say it's better to have failed in love than to never have tried. I wonder if its worth the tears that are cried And being damaged inside When we take on board the pain from someone who lied
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I would like to translate this poem
This is a very sensitive and well worded write. The angst you feel comes through clearly. Leonard