I am full of the pain
Endless pain
U don't understand me
This day
U don't know me
U don't understand me
This day
Without your eyes
I like a spite
That was broken in a gorge
U don't understand me
Some times u like an incentive for me
Some times u like a spite
Some times U understand me
And
Some times U don't understand me
I am in the end of the way
Strange; forlorn; only
U are in the first of the way
U don't understand me
U say
I should full of u
But
I am full of the pain
U don't understand me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, you used good words for your good poem. I liked it. The love, sometimes hurts. Keep writing dear friend. I'd be glad if you comment on my poems too, dear Marzieh. Thanks