Love does not exist for me.
Sometimes it can be lonely being free
Every time I let someone in my heart.y
Everything seems perfect at the start.
Then they betray me, with their lies.
Sometime I don’t want to realize.
That they never really cared, they were never there.
Is having your heart stabbed again and again fair?
When will real love come into my life?
Without any lies, or a knife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.