There he was sitting next to the only open seat in biology
Curiosity clearly shown in his coal black eyes
He watches her like a predator watches its prey
Sitting as far away from her on the very edge of his seat to stay
Curiosity could mean death for her
If only he could find a lure
But he must fight his thirst for blood
Even if she smells of freesia bud
For his curiosity could mean death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem