you never read the words
i used to write for you
you never heard the words
i used to say to you
you never saw me
even as you looked at me
you never felt my touch
when next you i was laying
you never got to know me
even though we talked
you never held my hand
when beside you i walked
you never accepted my love
i told you many times over
you never believed in me
and now its all over
this is the end
and you will never see
you will never know
the real me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem