Nothing is true
everything is permitted
permitted to
leave us all blue
rain equals gloom
earthquakes equal doom
sunshine makes us smile
people makes us frown
Friends are the worst
they all disappear in a sudden burst
Alas your all alone
in this place that you call home
There you search for things
you seek for such things that makes you happy
you end up finding nothing
and you end up like a lost puppy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awww it be like that sometimes! lol nice poem! I love it!