She came and she went,
With her she took my soul.
Should i move on or should i wait?
Without her my life has no goal.
I called her my Angel, my heaven sent,
But she flew away, faraway and in me she left a hole.
She tore me apart and on my heart she left a dent,
But wish i could kiss her once more.
She threw me aside and my life she taint,
Oh how i long to hear her knock on my door.
My happiness, my love, my trust is what she burnt,
I gave her everything but still my soul she stole.
Had i known,
She would be gone,
While im left to drown,
My heart to mourn...
Still i wouldn't have ran.
Because sometimes we just dont know
if they really want us to go,
Or stay and try more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice stuff bra....aint it suposed to be 'stole'?