Pain
Pain of the memories follow
The past is something i cant swallow
This pain is so hurtful and strong
Being with him was nothing but wrong
His love felt so real but was fake
I believed it was true so i let him take
I gave him the gift of my heart
But all he did was tear it apart
The truth is that my love will always be present
Even though he made me his peasant
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem