Torture poem.
Life is a mystery and true love is for me,
I wrote you a note that I was going to put
Outside of your door, but I decide not to do it because
Is wrong and I should let you go.
I call you yesterday but you hang up on me
So I erase your phone number so I wouldn’t
Commit the same mistake, to call you
Back again.
Love is everywhere but not in my heart,
Is long gone since I can’t find love and
Most of my love relationships fail and I end up
alone in the world.
Torture poem that I wrote, life is a party
for the wise man that knows how to live it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem