My love is like drunk driving
Where all corners
Lead to the coroner’s.
My love is like Philosophy
Where all the answers are right –
And wrong at the same time.
My love is a tragi-comedy
I’m so miserable
It’s funny.
No, my love is a grandmother;
I’ll complain and claim I’m unhappy
When really, I’m not…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ha ha, kind of funny.