Be careful. The only thing I'd tell her stans. She's a drug, intoxicating without a try. Not much to your surprise, she's very much aware. You can tell by the way she keeps gassing the fire. The fire that burns her so called loves right in the core of their hearts. They think they are alright. What option do they have.
Blinded by the fifteen seconds of fame. So much love she has for them. Or so they think.
Everyday they think of ways to out do their previous selves. They need those fifteen seconds in her fame. Her spotlight is one of a kind, or so they think. She's like no other they've seen, or so they think. My Oh My!
She's intoxicating. Maybe she's the best kind. And it doesn't vary when her demons come in town.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem