You and I know what you did
Took a home and all inside
Tried to pretend that you cared
But now you run and hide
Stolen things, and all the trust
You tore out a tender heart
You’ve lost this love forever
Threw it away, and tore it apart
You and I know what you did
Bet you sleep like a baby at night
Do not get too comfortable now
Feel my justice, and expect a fight
You are a hollow, sickened soul
Living to prey behind our name
You have it all but still have nothing
You are a disease, and are a shame
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Outstanding! And welcome back. I have to admit, this is a departure from the others and no less powerful. Your anger and contempt are palatable. I can actually picture a contorted snarling face spewing forth the words of your poem. Stone