It's time that I should,
face the facts,
define the white from the black,
instead having a blurry line,
in tackt,
what have I gotten myself into now,
sometimes i just forget who I am,
even if i know some guys is just a big scam,
pretending like i'm some stupid lamb,
but i read them like their books.
Some times i just want to compromise,
even though,
the guy is not my size,
like a shoe he just doesn't fit on right,
I should really know better by now.
I fight like crazy,
I'm difficult and though,
some times i just can't get enough,
but it's because i know he's just not right,
and not too bright,
I'm intimidating,
i know.
sweet poem, keep your standards high, and keep on trying on shoes one day one will fit just right or right enough. Keith
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent write Sandra...10+++