“This could never
Be a real competition.
You're fighting
For first place
And the last gold medal,
When I've always had
Every single trophy
You've had your eyes on.”
Once in a blue moon
When demons cry,
We confuse people
With material
Possessions and apparatus.
Toys to be passed around,
Dime a dozen prostitutes.
But she's more than that to me.
She’s the compact universe.
awh this is the cutest poem ever, I LOVE YOU! ;) hehehehehehehe My little princess ^_^
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good poem, that says a lot. Really good write.