She knows you posses the gift
To command words into stanzas
She wants you to do it for her
She wants you to portray her
As you did the burning orange of dawn
She tells you
'bby Niandikie poem'
(bby write me a poem)
You start on it
Never finding the words
You wonder how to tell her so
Then you remember
A poem you wrote for an ex
How lucky poems don't expire
You copy
Paste it
She loves it
Swears it's the best thing she's read
Then it hits you
You've lied
The poem has more love
Than you have for her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem