there is no severity in a flattened iron casing that has become my heart
a robotic adaption made by me, where my glowing red eyes register the prize
of an engineer who can only save me, can only turn me back into a person
free me from these invisible bonds so I can once again stand on top of the clouds
that have somehow invaded my mind.
all the black has degenerated into a red compilation of sensation, but I like it, tickling my brain like a phone on vibration,
like a tongue on a tongue in a face, but let's be real;
it's impossible to safely guess the unguessable, unsafe to guess the undoable, suicidal to reach the peak of who does what or who goes where.
so just f-- go for it, don't be unoriginal like the million of insects out there
a robotic adaptation made by me...... I like this a lot Kale. You are definitely an orgianl, no doubt about that! ! ! Susan
Thank you Mel! I did my best to seperate myself from the million of other love poetry out there... compared myself to a robot with one goal in mind, capable of being cured only by an 'engineer'. - Kale
u are so true.. this is a well written poem.. outstanding
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love how unique this is for a love poem! unlike anything i've read and that's a god thing <3