We used to be the bomb
Carefree and no regret
No one in this world
Could capture our whole hearts
We were true to us
We were all that mattered
Now look where we are
Fighting and no distress
Who would think
It would come to this
Baby you are free!
I am still locked up
In hell I do remain
Its like a prison sentence
That I can not escape.
I am thinking of you
Hoping that you crumble
Into small pieces
To be removed with a vacuum.
Then you will be gone
Forever off my hands
Maybe then I’ll live
Then one day be free!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
magical..........................u have left me spell bound...u r really talented buddy...: -)