i don't know how else to try
I've had about enough to cry
i will go another mile
just to see you smile
what else should one do?
i have no clue
i now you're nice but thats even worse
because the pain inside is a wretched curse
you are not the one to blame
too bad you're not my claim
the dreams that everyday i see
are now so meaningless to me
it's so hard to cope inside
with mind the heart doesn't abide
my heart that is yours
has stopped beating for sure
this love has reduced me to a moron maudlin
and now, i find it hard to go back laughin
oh god! the insanity is killing me
funny that i like in it to be
- parth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem