I only wanted one thing,
A simple five letter word
TITLE,
I'm sick of being just a friend to you,
The title was pointless and unnecessary,
But to me it meant...
EVERYTHING
Time had passed,
And nothing has changed,
UNTITLED,
Is how I remain!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
untitled! nice...bit hot bit salty...yet tasty witty lines...good work Stacey...10