Resist licking the sugar off of your lips
and i'll stop writing you paper slips
with thoughts of every single thing I felt
through all this bullshit
resist blowing your hair from your cheeks
and i'll swear to God I won't utter your name in a week
people see me mime because i'm holding on to something
that doesn't exist
I think everyone does things for self interest
like I wish it not to rain on your parade
and that you are happier today than you were yesterday
because I believe good deeds are eventually repaid
and if you think for a moment that i'm still holding on
join my disciples and i'll show you the way to self-loathing
i've been so caught up in my ways that I didn't see what was going on
You found my fortress, the last light of the world
my Constantinople and you conquered my walls
but i'm not giving chase
your army will route by itself when it's realised what's it has done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem