We've done this too many times.
You look me in the eyes, say your sorry with a soft but heavy kiss.
Days pass by, You become jealous looking for false revenge.
Things become worse, fights for no reason.
And lies start to come out.
Then you swore to me the girl meant nothing, although you look away.
Your lies were never perfect dear.
Yet, they had me fooled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem