Stab me in the heart,
And then twist the knife.
Stab me in the back,
And now you've crossed me twice.
Is this about me?
Is it something I should change?
The vibes and feelings between us,
Are very, very strange.
We seem so incomplete,
My life is incorrect.
I am sure that without,
I'd be a bigger wreck.
So here I lay,
In the bright of day.
Was my life all a lie?
You have left me to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very vacillating set of feelings...iip