My intuition is slacking,
and my looks are starting to fade.
I am embarassed of myself.
My confidence is too high,
and the limelight looks low.
I can't control anything.
love is not near,
and nowhere to be found.
It is a dry county everywhere else.
coffee and a cigarette.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sorry to contradict, but you're an exceptionally beautiful woman with everything going for you. Including the ability to write well. Love yourself, it'll be worth it.