Expressing my feelings
is impossible.
Like dodging a high
speed train with your
shoe laces tied together.
I wrote you a letter
not so long ago
Its aim to tell you how
much I L, Lo, liked you.
Instead I wrote you a
poem about a prostitue
living in filth on the top
floor of a council estate.
You never replied.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Vincent, this is the best poem I've read all morning...thank you for sharing it, and thank you for having such an experience....Always, Amberlee