When those symptoms of love,
Begin to show signs...
They are design to kill?
Focus your emotions on an exit.
Do not sit and wish for alternatives to arrive.
They wont.
And usually don't.
When love becomes a twisted mix,
Of misunderstandings and heated arguments.
Focus your emotions on an exit.
Do not sit and wish for alternatives to arrive.
They wont.
And usually don't.
Unless you are one of those lucky ones.
Who decide to remain medicated.
To numb every feeling you have.
For the sake of having that kind of dedication,
Interpreted as an appreciation for maintaining tolerance.
And that is annually celebrated.
Complete with a pill popping done and chased by vodka.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like your poems but they all seem to be downers i guess thats yiour style ill keep reading