Always apologizing
Wondering if i should stand or sit
What a mess
I love being with her
but must leave to be
content and relieve the stress
Remember this, don't
forget that
Call too much
i don't trust her
Don't call
I don't care
Hard to make sense of it all
So why am i in love
Do i need to hurt
To know i'm alive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love, passion and infatuation, doubt, trust; all in one. Good poem. Please take a look at my poem of same title........