You say you don't love him, but...
You lead him on.
You let him buy you presents of love.
You accept those presents,
And give him a sweet smile.
You only let him come over
When you look bad cuz he loves
You not for your looks, your
Sweet, kind heart.
You go over to his house, or
He comes over at late hours, when
Your kids are asleep.
You say you don't love him, but
No matter what your kids say, you
Know you do.
My little sister, Paje, and I are the
kids. We are the ones who don't like him.
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I would like to translate this poem
I like your thoughts. Open and honest. Life is quite a miracle, be patient...it takes time. Bad things can be good - in time. You are vocal and that's a step toward art, keep walking. Best wishes