If love was unconditional.
Then hatred may become traditional.
But no love lost means no love gained.
And my heart weighs heavy like a towel that was soaked by the rain.
And broken like the bread in church.
So now i stay back surveying like a bird i perch.
Thinking of taking the risk of a broken heart again.
Or breaking someone else’s heart, damn this should be a sin.
Sacrificing your happiness for your one and only lover.
She left me all alone so i feel like all i do now is hover.
Not walking more like just going through the motions.
A heartbroken boy who is stuck with some deadly potions.
One called love and the other called hate.
Which one will you pick is like picking up blank paper out of a crate.
Blind until the moments come and it may be too far gone.
So now I’m stuck singing another sad song.
Fallen 2 pieces and picking them all up.
Hiding them in my fears and all of a sudden they erupt.
And people become hurt and i have nothing left to do.
When i say I’m sorry i mean it u just don’t have a clue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem