Once it happened it died,
Once she lied.
Once she left she took my life,
And she kept stabbing my heart with that knife.
She never really cared,
Because she was scared.
She thought nobody liked her,
She left with the cure.
She broke a heart,
She never knew I would die if we had to part.
Now in my death bed,
I can forever rest my head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
mmm...i feel dishy on the fourth and eighth line...wait...sorry, is this a form? I'm terrible at the literature side. if it is, pray, don't mind. Because she was scared...sigh. sad, sad, sad. For her, as well as you.