There is nothing like,
Hearing words heard...
Attributed to be spoken,
By someone else...
But gossiped to have been said,
To not have validated.
'I don't know what you are talking about.
I haven't seen to speak to those people,
In many years.'
~And what difference does that make?
You can't change what has been said now.~
'What was it I was suppose to have said? '
~Oh no.
You're not going to get me,
To be the one to start confusion.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem