Will I ever fall in love again?
That depends.
If I am kidnapped and blindfolded...
To be left abandoned.
And I am not able to tell the difference
Between quicksand or plain mud,
As I run screaming through a darkened forest.
And I fall in...love!
And, the other possibility?
Amnesia seems to have its benefits.
To awakened without a prior memory,
Is something I have not prioritized just yet.
However...
I'm sure if I tried hard enough,
One of those two developments could happen.
So I do not rule the possibility of falling in love again
Completely out of the picture.
And I'm not one to say 'never'.
Although I must admit to wishing,
That the blindfold is not tied too tight.
And I am not bond and gagged,
By someone who is desperate!
I've had those relationships already.
And being chased naked through the woods,
Is not that easy to explain to a forest ranger.
Especially one willing to admit to having homosexual fantasies!
And all that is sought is an escape,
From any confessed committment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
haha this is so funny olol