Your for me,
And no one else.
If by chance another takes my place,
I'll take my fist and smash their face.
And if by miracle they still try,
I'll run away and cry.
You are now gone,
That's just crude.
One last thing for you,
Now your just rude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heartbreak in a poem. Thanks, Rebecca