Just another one
whom I can't trust.
Another one of God's sons
who can't stop making a fuss.
He'll smile and joke
when I frown and cry.
He'll shovel out advice till he's broke
but say what you want, truth or lie.
He'll point out your perfection
and flatly deny your flaws.
He'll be shocked at your rejection;
he was, secretly, the be-all-end-all.
He's really very nice to befriend
but he's just another desperate, unhappy fish in the sea
Under all that water, how could he really listen?
How can you ever stop fishing?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Boys will be boys Collette and to be honest men can be as well....Hang in there, you're young and the right one will come around....great poem again.~~~mm.x~~~~