You'd think by now,
After all this time,
Of chasing you but not yet with you,
That I'd be tired and over you.
But look at me,
It's been more than a year,
And I'm out here doing the same things,
Feeling the same way.
I'm tempted to think you're illuminati,
Your control and power over me,
Has now lasted for a year in its entirety.
This is the kind of slavery they don't teach in schools,
Maybe because the masters are victims in their own rights.
But even if it were taught, my memory would have served me wrongly,
Because I still would have been in the same state as I am currently.
Even Deja vu gave up with the trying,
Because who am I…?
Oh Yes!
I'm a fool for your love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem