4/19/05
fire cracker keep turnin’ in my room
I don’t know how many times
And I don’t care either
All I know is
It gives me air to sniff.
I love to write
It makes my brain smile every single words
But, it’s all nonsense
Just a waste of ink, waste of time
Waste of thinking, waste of everything
‘cuz I still feel the same.
I can hold this pen forever
But nobody can hold my hands forever.
Am a dreamer,
I’m dreaming, but it’s all about dreaming
Every second my heart beat
Am still alone
Well,
I’m better off alone anyway!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem