In your line of women,
You use me as an amusement,
Something to fill your time,
And you do what everyone else does,
Keeping secrets,
Telling lies,
You say you luv me,
But you luv so many women,
I’m just another cloud in your sky,
Another wave in the sea,
Another grain in the sand,
So small and insignificant.
Why can’t anyone notice,
That there’s more to me,
Than what you see,
That I am me,
Not just another one,
I feel so selfish for wanting this,
Why can’t I be happy with now?
But I can’t give up the hope,
That one day I’ll be special,
To a someone out there,
& they'll think I'm original,
Not just a faded copy,
Of another woman.
Uncontainable tears
Wrench themselves from my eyes,
Breaking down my face,
Tearing it apart,
Flashing down to my heart,
And pelting it like bullets,
A repetition that'll never stop,
Thrashing it to pieces,
Never to let it be whole again.
BEAUTY you are very speacial to me, and i have never thought for one minnute that you was insigniicant.i have lots of love for you and thats no secret or lie.
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I would like to translate this poem
This is a fantastic poem i hope your proud of yourself you should be. keep writing