My goddess,
My muse,
upon thy heart a faint bruise,
who did this? I'm so confused.
Your eyes silently tell the story,
as tears stream down your cheeks,
You tell me it was me....
how can this be?
have I not given you every Breath?
Have I not given you every dropp of love crimson had?
You say I took your heart, yet your heart was never truly mine,
Crushed upon the floor, I'm done,
You accuse me of wrongs that were never right,
Still I stay, I try for your heart to fight,
But my attempts are that of bullets,
frozen in mid-air,
why can't you undertand?
love isn't fair.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loving someone who feels bitter to love after being hurt too often, that is also not fair. Yes, love is not fair...