I thought I gave up,
I thought I was done,
I thought it was over,
I thought you won.
I thought I was done,
with you and your games,
turns out I'm not,
because of your gaze.
With you and your games,
comes along a broken heart,
I wasn't ready for it,
but now I have no choice.
Comes along a broken heart,
but truth be told,
I never wanted to,
let you go.
But truth be told,
I wasn't ready for it,
because of your gaze,
I thought I gave up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ca n totally relate to this poem.