My love story started about a month ago
she saw him and
he didnt notice her
so she changed herself
hopeing he would see her
she was stupid and
all her freinds told her...
'this love story isn't ganna last and you know
because you love him and he's just playing you,
you already know and
you'rehoping he'll cange some day,
and thats not good'
well some how he started writing to her
she was glad and went along w/erything he wrote
well a week went by and
'he gave her, her first kiss
she turnd red and
was affraid to say anything
because she was falling for a guy all over again
'this love story wasn't ganna last
and she knew that,
because she loved him and
he was just playing her,
she already knew but
was hopeing he would change some day.'
three weeks after she first saw him,
she started noticing
she realy had fallen,
she was affraid she would get hurt and
knew she had to end things long before
but evry time she tryed
she woud fall again...
well finally she wrote a letter to him sayiong....
'this love story isn't ganna last you know,
because i love you and
your just playing me a
nd i have known,
and i was hopeing you change someday...
but you haven't so
it just has to end...'
it's been a week and two days scence she ended things
she dosnt feel sorry and he probly dosn't care any more
for him it was just one more added to his list os
'almost played'
and she feels no shame to be on that list
because each time
she sees him or hears his voice
she thinks and sings one more
'this love story did'nt last and i knew it wouldn't
because i loved him nd he was
he just playing me,
i had known and
was hoping he would change
that did no good
cuz he stayed the same...
and i almost got played'
good thing she said...
'it has to end'
she had no regrets...
cuz he just took a step back and left...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem