I am happy even if I got to fake it. Lord open my heart, let me not be a fool to love again. Let me not be deceive to be trap again.Make me a beautiful shone. When you spot me you would have to hold your heart because I would be so beautiful. It will make you cry. For not fighting for our love. Not fighting for me. Everyone would say your fool for letting her go. Glad you let her go.Maybe they'll get a chance to experience what true love is with her.
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I would like to translate this poem
There are a few problems with grammar but the emotions leap with intensity. Keep writing, Jes. It is good therapy. Welcome to poemhunter