you break it down
you play the part
your every move
a work of art
don’t think too hard
you might grow soft
your cowardice
keeps you aloft
you forget to think
to help you forget
the time we first
crossed paths and met
but don’t forget me quickly, dear
(an angry shadow's drawing near)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kristen, I like the ending, ... sounds like he better watch his back! ! Good write! ! Brian