i remember when
i used to make you bleed
and we would both smile
cuz we had a connection
and nothing could hurt us
least of all each other
i know you still bear my scars
you where them with pride
but always remember it was me who marked you.
and never forget me because ill never forget
the scars...and the blood
and how i wish i could see you beed again my dareling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem