Im through talkin about how the roses are red,
and the sky's are blue,
and the moments in time,
that i shared with you.
Im gonna change up,
my style of poetry,
no, not poetry,
this is floetry.
The level of my skills
are intellectual, metaphysical, indivisual,
and cannot be seen,
with your level of visual.
If you have no knowledge,
of what im saying,
then your not creating,
your just imitating.
This is getting to long,
so ima close it off,
let me know,
when you've finnaly had enough
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Haha this poem is a shock to the cerebellum Very nice job!