we shared our worries our hate
he was just a lie
we talked and laughed
but instead in his head he was laughing at his plan all along
i told him i couldnt take this life
he said he would alway be there
i told him it didnt matter anymore
he kissed my lips gently i pushed him away
told him this couldnt be
but he was hungry for more
i got up but he held me down
i told him i couldnt and i wouldnt
as i ran out the door....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a story of activity-passivity, pleasure-regret. It isn't ended, is it? Anyway, you've told it well.