Los Siento

Los Siento 

Los Siento, mis palabras te cortaron como un cuchillo 

Los Siento, no pude amarte como tu me amabas 

Lamento que no puedas estar all para ver todas las cosas buenas 

Lamento que tuvieras que verme arder 

Los Siento, no pude salvarnos 

Siento no haber podido ser tu alma gemela... 

Translation

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry my words cut you like a knife

i'm sorry i couldn't love you like you loved me

i'm sorry you can't be there to see all the good things

i'm sorry you had to watch me burn i'm sorry i couldn't save us

i'm sorry i couldn't be your soulmate...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Kat. Words can burn the souls. I try to be like my grandfather. He told me. "Nothing good to say. Say nothing. Negative thoughts and actions can create permanent separation." Powerful and worthwhile poetry shared.
Coyote

[emipoemi]

The only reason I can think of for this poem having absolutely 0 reviews is the fact that it's in Spanish - not many understand that here, regardless of the translation. However, despite its brilliance, it's not without flaws.

First: the apologetic expression is "lo siento" ("los siento" would be like "I feel them" with reference, for instance, to the words that cut like a knife - bad example as that would be "las").
Second: Line 3 (or is that 4?) has a typo with the inclusion of "all" and I would actually say "quedarte" instead of "estar", though the latter does work to some effect.
Third: because "Lamento" is in present, you're right to be using the past and subjunctive, but you need a tense that's congruent with the present, which is the perfect - "haya tenido que" and by extension in the previous line - "haya podido".
Fourth: "alma gemela" is a good expression, this is just to tell you that a more common expression is "media naranja".

The poem as a whole, though, is a strong sentiment, and despite the grammatical errors conveys a poignant message that I wonder could also be expanded upon a bit more to really get a sense about what those knives felt like or what those good things were - what it really meant to not be loved in the same way. Just things to think about.

Suerte,
EDP