I see so many girls.
I fantasize about them.
Only the beautiful ones, of course.
I want to talk to them and maybe more.
I wish I had the key to their hearts, so I could unlock
the chains that seperate them from me.
Dreams of passion are like purple knives digging into me.
I just want to explode.
These temptations hurt me
If only I could, I wouldn't need to write this right here.
It seems insane but it's what I feel and it's true!
showing them some of your poetry, even the nihilistic kind, is a good start :)
Place a rose about your heart Let not obsession drive you Show the side that does not fight Then your dreams will find you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its ok i fantasize about myself too! lol jp jp