Stuck in the marsh of routine
She attempts to scramble out
Stuck in the luscious icing of the lies
She attempts to wind up
Drunk with the faked
Declarations of love
She attempts to groove
She's been paid hush-money
For not giving herself away
Cradled like a baby girl
By the chants of gossips
She attempts to nap
Floated by her instincts
For the lands of daydreams
She attempts to row
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem