Longing for something,
Looking for somewhere,
Loving for someone,
A crazy way to admit.
Nothing to prove,
Nothing to give,
Nothing to self,
A pride to hide down.
Maybe not real,
Maybe not worthy,
Maybe not luck,
A line kept just being you.
No thoughts,
No commitment,
No effort,
A less cry upside bottom.
Meant for what cares, of wandering heart prevails.
No matter says over, emptiness felt as it goes.
Listen anyhow, of wild damnation no one can take.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem