Why our love have to be tangled up
Between the two of us.
You call me baby when
We spend our love together
But still you have someone
That loves you as his partner.
We both feel that vibe to kiss
But someone or something has to stop us.
Your lover claims you like a prize
But we hang out and have a love bond
That can't be broken apart.
So tangle up by the gossip
And the confusion of who you really love.
It been too many times that girls used me
For their own selfish wants and needs.
To lustful sex affairs, to jealously, to popularity
I'm tired of love's tucks and pulls through the tangle.
I want things to be loosen
To see love by it true appearance.
So please tell me what heart will you pick
As my heart aches for an answer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pure love comes from the heart of 'as soft as infant's skin but as hard as the bricks of Pyramid'.