I do not have to tell you anything,
The way you have treated me,
As if I were the thorn upon your rose,
A total stranger, I impose,
My adoration, God only knows,
That this is no fictional sensation,
That suddenly was born, hallucination,
From some forgotten dream.
Then I awakened and realized,
That our happiness was never close at hand,
That you had left me alone upon this land,
And I never even had a chance to say,
That I would die, the day you went away.
This is a very painful poem to read. A great piece Sandra.
Your words had me entranced! as they always do.
Your poems are full of stronger love and i like so much your words.The way you put together and make a dance! ! !
Your poems are full of stronger love and i like so much your words.The way you put together and make a dance! ! !
You're right but I could do without some of the pain I'm runing out of band aids Thank your kind words. You are becoming my most faithful reader, how can you stand it? (soportar mis fastidiosos poemas) ? ? Gracias infinitas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it! ! ! So pain in your words! ! ! Pain is good its the other side of love! ! ! ! ! Beautiful