she was my life
my love
my compression
my life
and looked a what
she done,
it been years since i looked
for a source of light
to lighten this darkness of mine
for i have given her my
very soul, but she played
with it, all a long
but what hurts most
was her treatment
toward my loneless heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Despite the bad grammar and the difficulty with language, this poem is honest and true and gives a fine impression of the loneliness of a love discarded.