A hearts pit patter is asking go numb.
As a young boy goes to put his mouth over his thumb.
Afraid of what?
The darkness of rejection.
The flight of the reflection.
A conversation becoming just another imperfection.
A wishing well of dreams.
Don't mind if I throw a penny.
Because if fortunes are to be told I need just need a little more.
With eyes burning and mouths dry.
A classy little demise.
A betrayal just by looking up at sky.
She lonely and I know I'll be meeting her soon.
But first I must touch the forbidden moon.
Knowing not what to expect.
Fear boils inside.
Even if feels like just another cheap ride.
We all pay for our time.
And here's mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem