my friend, you pretend
you don't know
what limits are
and then, once again,
do you go
two steps too far
these sticks and stones
i had carried
for you i've given now
all i've got
bely what trust
we had shared
left these twin barrels
long since shot
two-faced you turned
your coats inside
and out so many
many times
by now i know
your grayish bones
your shady tones and
all your lines
i'd believed you
though bereft of you
so oft forgiven now
i forgot
thus i leave you
and i've left for you
not just a little no
but alot
A great poem of betrayal Tears. Very good poem. Sincerely, mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
T.I.R. your poem speaks of an obvious let-down, as one discovers the true colors of another. Neat poem :) Kim