i secretly still love you
and still i know you would do me wrong
i want you so bad
our love isn't gone
that's what you told me that's what you showed me
i saw a tear rollin from your face
sleepless nights
for our love there is no place
you made me laugh you made me smile
and then you disapeard for a while
leaving me behind thinkin' am i holding you down
and than came back like theres nothing wrong
whit that evil smile and that rotten crown
how can i fall in love with someone who hurted me so bad
and still after all that pain you've caused
i still give my life for you
i'm maybe healed from the outside
but on the inside i'm lost
your laugh your voice
you still make me feel so numb
i feel like a fool
foolish and dumb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Didi if you with a honest heart look from the bottom of your heart and see a knot in me you might understand that I am using myself as metaphor for something else, not saying you would have ever thought I had; but I a lil pussy-cat once beaten with a stick for hissing at knowing what was to happen from the stick without understanding that I found faith trying to decipher truth from difference and fact fom fiction so that there can be no judge or judges, Just a very understanding people. As you know how confusing the world is you can see that by throwing up a poem you throw up more, a flag of emotion, a spell a hope a praise, a feeling that when it goes unanswered it makes you feel so sad, I am not a knot now a one way street, heavily guarded and well maintained, yet misleading still because I have to remain displaced in my mind not to give away, what you think? it isn't but how perfection is perfected that it becomes perfect