No longer suspected to detect.
And gone.
Are your thoughts from my mind.
That once would delay and keep,
My own to stay and linger.
Whether fickled or not.
Now they remain with me to pre-occupy.
Wasting time to wonder why,
My missing you...
Leaves me romanticizing,
Both of us acting stupid and goofy.
To then argue in a screaming match,
Which one of us was stupid.
And who did goofy better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem