It is you and I
Our surrounding is blurry
Beside us, my father sweet-talks a fourteen-year-old girl
I tell you I am to leave
Panic grabs my hand and spins me at your gaze
“I have to leave”
“Nothing can come of this”
“For your candle burned out dear”
“And sure I could light yours with mine but”
“I have to leave”
Beside us, my father sweet-talks a fourteen-year-old girl
The storm blows the white and
Scares the bald tires that nap under my car
“I have to leave”
“It is too dangerous now”
She always whispers when I know what fallows
We lay and kiss
“But I have to leave”
Beside us, my father sweet-talks a fourteen-year-old girl
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are a deep person to just be 22. good poem.