You're never there when I need you,
You're there when I don't want you,
But here we are. I still love you...
You make me more creative,
More innovative,
As my thoughts accumulated,
But you're always underrated_
Can I make another statement?
Can you fill another thought? ,
With meaning and the sense that I lost? , what does a scent have to cost,
For me to smell this good...?
How does a cent go short? _
Missing like money in a bank,
These words are worth nothing.
& I just went blank_
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem