I was so mad at you that I bit my own lip
The blood now I falling down drip by drip
All the stories you told that were fake
All these sense they did not make
I hate, hate all these happy ending story
I feel like evil herself not much like a fairy
A sainted soul now has a tainted heart black
Trying to pick herself up bit by bit in the dark
A story untold and an unsung is a common one
But irrespective of its size a stone remains a stone
All the deeds I did just to feel acknowledged
But when I realised my folly all the time had fled
A toast to my mistakes a toast to all the people I hate
I proudly sat I hate it all with little and much regret...
Relationships are built on truth and trust… those built on lies fall like a pack of card… And each break up is hard, very hard on one's heart. Expressed with conviction, convincingly. Liked it, Miss Grace. Enjoyed..
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I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful Miss Grace bravo! ! ! ! !