The words will someday kill,
And yet I say them still.
Through the days I've heard them,
All I saw was heartache and pain
So I've began to take them in vain;
My useage is in excess
For my heart you still posess.
All I ask is that you love me in return
Instead of causing my fragile heart to break.
10-23-06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem