The star on my ankle itches
i scratch the itch but it ain't biting
in my girly undies infront of the screen
fingers trying to find the right key
the used in my ears, blink and you'll miss it
Wanna go smoke and lie in the sun
listen to what I already know, hear what I really want to say
two - myself
past four weeks made me see
I, m out and about and ready to love me
content in me, when I, m not with you
honest in myself I, m lost - when I, m with you
I do not even have a you, but many, several but still so few
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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