Four letter phobia
The end of my utopia
Dreams dashed upon the rocks
But I can't use that word
Word's too easily used make no sense to me
Unless you want to take advantage and abuse
Assault someone's dignity
Take a heart and add it to your collection
But I have no need of blood
Four letter phobia
The end of my utopia
Another star falls from the sky
But I still can't use the word
And I don't know why
If I whisper love
Will it be less of lie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I take this to be the habit of observing signs and breaking them into groups of four letters until they come out evenly. Sometimes on a page of print. My solution to this ultimately was to imagine everything multiplied by four which was an instant solution.