It's funny how I fall in love so quick... well it's not really a fall, its more of a trip.
To be closer to the truth it's more of a skip cause' I don't really fall,
Before I'm down on the ground, I lean on my wall
That wall is my defense... my pride...my fear
It's tall, it's thick and i've had it for years
Many efforts of intrusion, but all attempts swept clear
But distracted one night, someone crept through the rear
I tried to stop it, but it was just too much
I thought it was you, and accused you as such
but a funny thing happened when I picked up a pen
The sensation had happened all over again
So now I'm Confused! ! ! My mind split into two
who is to blame for this feeling anew?
The answer is both, which you probably knew
I fell on the pen when I was trippin on you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem