So typical, so systematic
like working in an assembly line
Each part in its' place
and I was dead on.
I'll be honest though,
you aren't to blame-
it could have been anyone
He was glue,
couldn't resist the temptation,
a butterfly's flirtation
And you, my friend have the voice of a piano
Who wouldn't want a taste?
But I guess it takes a neophyte's perspective
to see the unseen
We tend to live in clearer light
or perhaps it's just out judgment
that's so implicable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem