You’re like a piece of asparagus
I forget its good; just eat it because I should
Then the salt and pepper cover u like your too simple too nude
I’m fighting with myself and all the while
The black crow still sits on your suburban tile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I’m fighting with myself and all the while The black crow still sits on your suburban tile what a sweet way written poem..loved the idea and its meaningful enough..well done 10/10 +++++