Why does he say the things he does when he knows im still so in love.
He could have my everyday.
For him i would shine my every ray.
Just to hear him say i love you, and for me to say it too, would be the greatest day of my life.
Instead you stab my heart with a knife.
Everytime we talk he says he still loves me.
God, i just want to be free.
Free from him and his words.
Free to fly like birds.
I know someday I will, But his words hurt still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem