maybe love is a Superstition
or it's a hunt & my words are my Ammunition
Is there anything I could say...
that could ever make you want me?
Would it even matter if you did?
Cuz I'm too shy to even accept your hints...
I can't deal with rejection anymore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is terribly depressing, the emotions are just like the loss of hope im sorry,