You set things
to let me learn how to fight
with the abundance
of curse, bad fate
and to have faith itself
That's only one day...
If fighting is for eternity,
I will...
fighting isn't a bad poetry I guess
Keep it up...
Keep going
I like the way IT'S going
Push me more
your poems MAKE me fall inlove
I CONFESS, WITH YOU OF COURSE,
and i'll fight for it
its name
till the end of time.
take its right course
and be my booze
(the poem is edited
lines are changed by my
trainor,
I pray
but I guess there is no more hope)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem