He was like roses full of snow,
his curls, his sweet voice made me glow,
M. was my saviour although
He knew he had to go
I wondered why he didn't call
I broked down, crashed into the wall
Am I the butterfly or just the worm?
He let me drown into the perfect storm
He talked so sweet, he talked so slow,
I was so high, but never low
he walked away that windy night,
I swear I couldn't see the light
„I'm not so pretty" is what I think,
I felt how I begin to sink,
the tears rolled down my red-toned cheeks
I'll miss this man for days and weeks.
The pain will never ever end
No matter how much I might pretend
„I'm happy, I don't need a man"
I love my angel, now and then
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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