I love how I feel watching you awake
Needing the instant strength you generate
With your control of me
Confident you protecting us three
Your Long hair always makes me smile
Belly yellow and intensely hot veiled eye
Under it all building a pressure pot
Every betrayed lovers sweet heart
At the reigns, you mysteriously
Present to me possibility,
Justify my sketchy facts,
Present the smoking gun.
I wanted you to dispel my fears
Only you heated them into reality
Fabricating is now proving
Dooming everything I love
Shattering what I am trying to protect
Now In her every action there’s betrayal
Not allowing truth to speak
That logic is for the weak
Along the mote you encircle me
Neatly outside the walls of jealousy
There can never be three
Maybe its you who’s jealous of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem