I want more then I want less
I jump down then begging to get up
I’m on the ride and that me harass
Still I want more then I want less
If it just would be better if you gave me the sting
It’s just that I can’t strike, at least not strike to take
But the when the moment was lost she draw the dream
And you lost it and find it up
Then I rose, I rode and it kept
It was I that read then ran
You maybe took that, but the real rose was too high up
You maybe drank it, but the real heat makes it salt and dry
If it just would be better if you gave me the sting
It’s just that I can’t strike, at least not strike to take
But the when the moment was lost she draw the dream
And you lost it and find it up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem