I would cry silently inside
And you would hold me tight when no one else would.
You would hold me tight and tell me you love me
And that you would always love me
As you stroked my hair and I cried on your chest.
But now I look back and see that I was stupid to believe that
You would always love me
I look back upon that very day and laugh bitterly
Thinking that it would always be like that
And a week later you left me
I was thrown into a turmoil from hell
And when you tried to get me back
I was to far gone with the pain that you had caused me
That I wouldn't take back
Then you went through
What you had put me through so recently
But the difference between us is
That I was strong enough to last the pain
And you were not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well lost love its a pain in the oyester like heart of mine and poetry the pearl that it produces.....lovely absolutely lovely... :)