No, don't you ever say,
don't you ever leave me like that,
Say no one cares the way you do,
and no one hurts more then you do,
and your life gets half because of me,
but here my life starts from you,
and the pain I carry with me,
the broken glass pieces,
and its sharp pointed edges,
the blood covered dresses
and all the stuff of love you gave,
and all that illusions made
are still with me.
Getting on to the day,
the day starts with you
it ends up with a fight,
A wrong way you've taken
A wrong word I've spoken...
A wrong way you've taken A wrong word I've spoken... Action and reaction, equal and opposite, but when emotions are the cause of action the reaction is sometimes much more than the action. A nice realistic poem.
The pain in the poem can be felt, powerful creation. hope its not a first persons account, god forbid such things to any one. a very good poem indeed, keep it up
The pain in the poem can be felt, powerful creation. hope its not a first persons account, god forbid such things to any one. a very good poem indeed, keep it up
The pain in the poem can be felt, powerful creation. hope its not a first persons account, god forbid such things to any one. a very good poem indeed, keep it up
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow very touching.... i can feel pain from those words