It's true I always use
The exact wrong word
My usages and syntax
Might border on absurd.
But all my heart is in it
There make no mistake
I only pen the real stuff
And none of it is fake.
I'd rather be alive
And writing all my days
Than to be coldly dead
With nothing left to say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem