Emotion is a potion from the devil herself!
You take in down daily from the tip top shelf.
You drink it, you think it, you stink in it!
All around suffer because of your rules.
No you say, not mine but the only correct rules...
Did I just say that? Yuck, sick, I am letting go,
you no longer serve me, go.
I am now attached to no thing, all comes and floats on by,
I have no rules to block the stream.
Jump in, swim or die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely poem. liked the theme...10