I don't know what to do.
Perhaps it is a trough
The Law
Of Undulation.
I hope it is
A mere trough.
What if I just
Stop
Caring about everything?
I guess I just
have to keep
looking upwards
I want that girls phone number.
I am nothing
But pure ego.
Nice poem Thomas Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rubbish and fake
I challenge you to a duel