Like a stray.
Im walki' away.
Leaving thr trouyles behind me.
Looking for peaturres new.
Kicked around like a dog.
For my heart was pure and open.
Stabbed too many times.
I've bled dry.
Hod my feelings close to my chest.
Likea gamber cards close to my breast.
feelings for anyone have long gone.
I 've left and i'm not coming back.
I Siddiqi 3.2.09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem