Cute.
In a dark kind of way.
Music.
Rock all the way.
Deep and sensitive, you may say.
But no such luck.
They're crazy.
They lie.
They use.
Emotionally abuse.
At first glance,
all that I need.
But never really what they seem.
But I can never shake
these beautiful mistakes.
I always fall
over again.
This cycle never
will end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem