That kiss, that kiss.
That kiss, that I do miss.
That love, that love.
Prettier than a dove.
That heart, that heart.
That heart, that shone like art.
Her hair, her hair.
It floated on the air.
That lie, that lie.
That lie, that made her cry.
The fool, the fool.
I was, to think it cool.
The knife, the knife.
That ended my life.
Hmm...you got this inner struggle hmm? Well life goes on after good things turn to bad things. It will all go away in time and you will find another...trust me. Good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed this poem. First of all..great title. This read like a song. Nice job. Sherry