You could curse at me
You could hit me
But that wont change
The way I feel about you
I hate you with a passion
For the pain that I have caused us
I lie
I cheat
I steal
But yet I am not allowed to feel
I want to cry with out you saying a word
I want to scar with out you saying a word
I want to feel with out you saying a word
I want you to not say a word
What is the promble with us?
It is me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice work (but don't put yourself down!) Look forward to reading more of your stuff. PS - small typo on penultimate line. Jon