You wrote a poem about me.
You wrote a poem without me.
You wrote about my crimes.
Your hate filled your rhymes.
You said you despised the sight of me.
You showed loath with no sympathy.
You denied me, never stayed beside me.
You ignored me, thought you adored me.
You easily let me go,
But our fault was mutual you should know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in nature nothing happens with one side action. a great write