'Too many men passed through these arms' is not a line I wrote..
I wish I had, wish it were mine, instead of just a quote.
I've thought I'd found true love before, so many times in fact
you'd think I'd realize by now, it won't happen like that.
I'll go on a hiatus, and it can last for years, then fall into old habits, forgetting all my fears
I get distracted quickly from the course that I am on...one plotted for and planned. my goal is now to be alone, happy without a man.
and there he is, another one, whose smile reaches his eyes
and then I find I'm gone again, believing all his lies.
If he can make me laugh again and dazzle me with wit
I find I care about him too and believe that this is it.
I'll never learn, I never will, that pain will never change
For when they let me down again I see it's just a game.
A game that makes me sick inside
I doubt there's any cure
I'll have to keep my eyes ahead
averting loves allure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem