Hurry and get it over with
Don't make me wait
Please let me know now
Reveal to me my fate
Don't take your sweet time
I don't think I can take
The unbearable pain
Of another heartache
Please let me know now
So I can properly prepare
So the hurt of your words
Will be a little easier to bare
Let me start my journey now
Down the road of torturous grieving
And try and get over
The reality of your love leaving
You've waited long enough
I can now see it in your eyes
No need to continue pretending
Or filing my heart with lies
Relieve my heart and conscious
And let the words of truth come out
So I can strengthen my insecurities
And replenish my self-doubt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
According to old wive's tales, picking up a frog or toad could give you warts. Those bumps on a frog or toad aren't warts at all, and real warts are caused by a virus. Some people still worry about it, and people who excessively worry are called worrywarts. Interesting poem.