They keep too many secrets & tell too many lies
They are full of tears & fantasies & empty sighs
They reason with rhyme the treason of the mind
To make sense of all the madness they find
They flutter as easily as a pine falling from its tree
They are as hungry as a pesky flea
They soar in the heights of the lowest depths
The exhale pity with every breath
There is one good reason I hate love poems
It's because it always feel like I already know them
10/23/16
What is 'a pine falling from its tree'? Pine cone? Last line: A better rhyme would be had with 'It's because it always feel like I already know 'em.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There may be some truth in the poem. 3 stars ;) bri