she knows how i feel,
i feel like i know.
she plays games with my head.
i sit and watch.
loves out the door.
respect on the floor.
temptation for something better.
but will that better do me good?
never second think, and do as i think she would.
and if i think she would, then i know i should.
my shoulds become habbits,
now im lost in the woods.
noway out.
forgot the way in.
attention off her and on her friend.
what? who? how? and when?
answers cant come out so like that we end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Damn felt like i was there