Ive written poems of wonder.
Deep with Lust and imagery.
Written poems about my past.
Here for the world to see.
Did a few about nightmares.
Some of beautiful dreams.
But no one has ever wrote a love poem all about me.
Told tales of strange creatures living in dark tombs.
Let a few go about ghosts living in your room.
Mirrors and depression, you can find them all right here.
Even wrote one about furry critters, just to please you dear.
For all that Ive inspired, there will be many.
But break my heart and take it away.
Theres been no love poems about me.
While you read my poems.
If you wonder why Im blue.
For all the images I convey,
theres a cetain level of truth.
I write to enertain you.
Always have from the start.
But I cant even count to one,
seeing one that grabs my heart.
I will keep on writing tales of fantasy.
Maybe one day I can say Im happy.
When I find a love poem about me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
AWW THAT IS SO SWEET IM SORRY IF YOU REALY FEEL THIS WAY