My father’s advice: Please do not:
Make your biggest mistakes
Too many times
Don’t be a hole in so many belts
Too young
Falling for a set of pretty eyes
And a warm bed
Consequences overwhelm us
To the bottom of our wells
Dry of life
Cold as the moment of the
Realization and deceit
Falling in love too easily
With puncturing nails
On the bars of our cage
Surrounding every sentimental nod
And giving it to them
Just wanting that glue
Never enough to catch harsh breaths
Three sets of eyes
Yellow
Criticizing every imperfection
Nothing left of mystery
Or any physical love
They never meant a thing
Just stay young
For as long as you can
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem