..very proper
i do ‘white dance’
advertising
every romance
i am searching
men of my past
i’m forgetting them
really fast
never caused anyone
any trouble
i cannot survive
in one bubble
i am leaving
i’m running away
no one’s chasing me
anyway
ok.
one or two
may do chase
an we both
will enjoy the race
but they know
i’m too much of a dream
an require
constant extreme..
an it known
without test-drive
i am difficult
to survive
only first hour
well
may be three
ok.
fife..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love your sense of humour & quirky style...ok fife...(no ten)