Its me, a fool...
Proving nothing...
Hopeless boy...
Full of dreams...
None of everything...
Blind in anything...
Making something...
In this foolish thing...
I supposed to stop...
Im a big KNOT...
A smelly ROT...
Im still asking WHAT?
Laughing these feelings...
Its like it hazing...
Putted a ring...
In my heart I bring...
HAH, its just a waste...
To make a trace...
Unto to the thy heart...
Full of art...
Hoping it'll last...
The love I cast...
And the chance I trust...
Making it past...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem