(Jeremiah 17.9-
The heart is deceitful
above all things,
and desperately sick;
who can understand it?)
Oh you said you cared.
You swore it indeed.
You called me your
sweetheart and babe.
names that I cherished.
You held me ever
so tight
never wanting to
let go.
You kissed me
passionatly and gently.
I gave you a piece of me
as you gave me a piece of you.
You held me up when I fell
You were my rock, a shoulder.
And I was there for you.
I listened, I prayed.
Now you kiss me good bye
and tell me.
'We are Just Friends.'
Words that are killing me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem