when you told me love is a big lie
that we tell to ourself to forget the fact
i found myself under a lot papers that i had wroten on them ' i love you '
yes love
ya love
some thing that destroy your heart
and you have to make it again and again
i burn the papers
and my heart is cold from their fire
tabasom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love-heart, that love it, thanks,