My love is like the ocean, never ending
For every new crush, the waves are transcending
“Poop, now I’m stuck” is what I say
Between a rock and a hard spot is where I lay
Trying to break free is like trying to fly
Can’t do it if I’m not a magpie
I can say “whoosh” all I want, but it won’t happen
Just like with my love, I’ll stay trapped in
My love is a prison guard, always on patrol
It constantly has to make sure I’m not in control
If I can’t escape being in love mode
I’ll go insane enough I might just explode
2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem