It's in the words that you say,
the way you indicate.
Sometimes my thoughts stray,
the tone of your voice, irate.
My intellegenceis true,
the words that I use.
My thoughts are the due,
my hearts accuse..
The feeling, the vibe,
notions inside.
No money, no bribe,
my thoughts i won't hide.
Is it me?
Is it you?
Dismiss; decree.
You bid me a-do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem