All alone thinking of you,
just drifting on a memory,
of what we used to do...
It seems like it was yesturday,
your body close to mine,
just showing you love in everyway...
Just holding you tight,
making love to you,
on a perfect night...
My heart burns in fire,
and bleeds to death,
because it is you who desires...
For this pain you have caused,
I cry a billion tears,
as my soul in this world is lost...
Now Im already dead,
stabbed in the heart by this so called love,
as for pain you've caused i try to understand
That about sums up love. As something that can either make you REALLY happy, or something that can smother you with a blanket of depression. 'All Love Has Failed Me' as states one of my poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
DamN ThAtS s0m3 bOmB aSs ShIt SeRiO MijO LoVe Is A BiTcH I w3nT tHrOuGh ThAt 2 n 1tS a BiTcH