Tis be my last one to do write, alone tonight I see, the one I want I can't have, always the one who got away, I'm sick of it you know, is it always what you guys never realized, only me to see you're to late, for thy, abused at young, then hurt by her, whom I still love, I always knew you were smart, just never smart enough to leave me, sorry is all I can say now, happy came with you, sadness came after me, wrong turn I think, I sometimes want you, ignoring the fact I wish I never met you, and yet I still wait for you one year later, that's true love I'm told, your what I want, the only thing I can't have, why is all I can ask, I'd kill for her, die soon for her, suicidal over her yes, fool I am only when concerning her, so much of my pain checked around her, If she's my truly last one, I love her always.
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