I know it wasnt Paridice,
Sometimes it wasn't even right,
We gave way to things that should not have been,
We coulda left it there till it burned itself out
Though thats not the way it was,
You soak up my love
Every drop
There I lay Hollow
remnants of Anger cource through my pores
So I surrender love,
Only because you do not keep what you absorb
And the white flag makes me free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem