A purpose there must be
For this encounter at hand
Gone are the days
I ponder upon in dismay
With little thoughts itching
Still I haven’t a clue
Silly is the game
This role-playing of wait
Shed some light now
Upon your shy little head
I shyly offer to you
My beating, beaten heart
Maybe you’re my only other
Or play-pretend gone wrong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem