Mr. Who are you?
I see you there among my side
But yet... I do not know your name
So my question for you Mr.
Is who are you?
Why are you in my bed?
Next side of me with your arm around my waist
Holding me and cuddling me
Sleeping at my bed side
I do not know who you are
So what are you doing here Mr.
Was it a night stand
Was I drunk as a bull
Not wary of who I was with
Or are you someone of whom I should know
Mr. Who are you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lbs that would be kinda scary in real life