My heart is not stone
It's bleeding when its scratches
We made mistakes together
but only me get blamed?
When the first time you came to me
You offer me such a shoulder to cry on
You more then an angel without wings
Then you just leave me without reason
You make a fool of me after you got
Something from me...
How could you playing with my firgile heart...
You really scratch my heart deeper..
You made me feel like nothing..
Sorry for our last Conversation...
I shouted you... While my heart felt hurt badly...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Betrayal is the worst weapon of DESTINY. The pain generated by which when absorbed, and assimilated, will chistle the character in us Gud poem. KEEP it UP with best wishes -shree