He said he doesn't know how he feels anymore, he's to broken to see...but I've learned go see past this broken glass and I know that I love him and I always will. People ask me all the time how I can love him he's a hidouse monster but all I do is reply with 'he may be a monster but he's not hideous in the least his heart is beautiful along with his soul' they're always confused...but it is all true threw and threw! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem