I'll buy this kindness thing you've got
A product I could use a lot
But when I feel I need it not
No matter, I'll just bring it back,
It's returnable.
I'll take your trust and give you mine
And we'll be friends, a mutual kind
Of treaty; good until I find
Your faults, then I might stab your back
'Cause you're expendable.
I'll steal your fragile heart away
With promises I'll keep today
And in the morning, go your way
I've used you once, you're boring me
Since you're disposable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hm, decidedly nasty. The form of the poem is a bit unusual, for you anyway, but it is interesting. I'm curious as to whom you are speaking.. Quite shudderish.