i knew it from
the start that all
you would do is
leave me with 
a lot of memoris 
and a brokin hart
when i should have 
known you would 
play with my hart
this is how you left me 
its my falt for falling for you
i thought you were different but
your just like the rest WORTHLESS
you wastid my time with your love 
and careness the only thing i have 
left of you is a BROKIN HART \3                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    