Holding hands
Making future plans
Mushy gushy to one another
With my pillow you did try smother
What went wrong?
Did I make you wait to long?
Your hurtful words came first
But your love I still thirst
You don't need a gun to kill someone
With your words it was easily done
nicely done, better than mine :) ily muchoo! ! :) mill
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I forgot who left this to me in a comment but ur poem proves it somehow... *words will change the world*