Some might say imma bit confusin.
A conjurer of emotional illusion.
Despite the relentless delusion, I, for once find it unamusing.
The distance between the lingering closeness to our being is seen as obscene to me.
One day we might have our chance but please dont glance at our current circumstance without considering a future dance.
Im still not leaving...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem