red and blue neon lights
cold night and blurry sight.
My love was false and my love was true,
I knew her well, through and through.
Smooth as the pearl of her own last night,
Smooth was my way with a dark delight.
little did I know that I knew nothing
for all these years who were you deceiving?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem