I don’t know what to say
I can’t make sense of my own words anyway.
I fight the fire with more fire
And water the ashes with desire.
I crave the love from an angel
Yet I only fall for the devil.
I search for what’s right
Even if it’s in front of me, bold and bright.
I resist liking someone from the start
In fear of them breaking my heart.
I prefer to be a friend
Because I know there is no end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem