Question how you go from losing the drama, to living with drama.. i thought it was just from my foolish desires, of falling in love and then retire.. from my player ways and in the end i'd be saved.. saved by love, by a woman who didn't judge.. but now i feel trapped, living with a grudge.. not only on her, but on myself, because i knew better, stress is no good for my health.. but when i picture some pants she is the belt.. well not literally but i want her to be.. she's a fine young thang, a true site to see.. our bodies definitely complement each others.. but not our hearts.. our hearts have different views, from such a different past.. i can sure; y conclude.. her heart has deeper scars.. she can never again love as hard.. she only plays her part.. views from my Mi'Art
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I understand. Nicely written, Javonta