They call me a cynic
cause my feet`s on the ground
And I don`t look at life
through rose coloured specs
When I say there`s no love
no no love to be found
And what they call love
is just lust and sex.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem archie. put me in with the cynics. seems like good company. al