Don't think I'd like to hold you
I'd like you to stay on feet
Sad to say I look back at you
It's my turn to climb a tree
Am I about to spoil you?
I don't think I'm going to
It's not like I see you through
I just know when you're in the mood
Why are you digging a hole?
I'm sure it's not to confuse me
What are you smiling for?
There's some tension here
Am I about to spoil you?
I don't think I'm going to
It's not like I see you through
I just know when you're in the mood
If being honest I kinda hate thinking about you
But I can't forbid myself that, I just can't afford to
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem