Here it goes again a paper and a pen
A starting point for imagination to begin
letting thoughts and emotions convey itself to paper
so my affection won't die later
Releasing myself loose
from the burdens and disputes
To disguise myself to Jane
a cynical lover with a name
With numbers counting with my heartbeat
Art wondering paper echoing to speak
A rush of childhood facts
a sense of innocent acts
For the red in me going up above
introducing me to love
Telling me my words are due
Expressing me to you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Janice this is so good...and to know, that you will only get better.