I am jealous
Of how you talk
To her;
How wreckless you look
as if you do this
every chance you get.
Tall or short
Big or small
It doesn't matter to you.
But then again,
are you actually looking
at the outside
or are you looking
at what lies inside?
I know better
than to be caught
in this trend of lies
so if you happen
to talk to me soon
just know that I
won't feel the same.
Although if you continue
and talk of chemistry
I might just
do a double-take
and begin
an experiment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem