Love is just as dangerous
as madness and insanity
confusion festers in my brain
and the only way to peice it together
is to write it down on to this dead tree
that way i can look at my thoughts later
and try to understand what is was i was thinking
the ironic thing is
no one else will understand
sure as hell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem