Priceless.
I bought her a phone but I don’t even call her, our problems are deep, now she is trying to climb out of it.
The night is grown and I’m alone, I throw her phone in the fire so I guess I can’t call her anymore.
Yesterday she walk next to me it has been a couple months since we talk, she cut her hair and she told me, she didn’t like but it will grow like before.
We kiss goodbye one more time, my life still the same but everything you give me in my life it has no price because everything for me will be so priceless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem