There is a person with no expression
He might go into depression
His life is inconsequential
Maybe if he opens his mouth he'd have potential
Love and confusion in his life is relevant
Him with girls is a social development
Theres only one girl for him the rest are vapid
His rejection of them is so rapid
When he sees her he needs a sedative
Because he goes hyper when he sees her its all relative
When He tells his friends that he love her they excoriate
But he tells them 'I want her its my fate'
They all say its too late
He tells dem 'why do you hate? '
He realizes they are fetid
He'll give em credit
Cause he knows that he wouldn't of told anyone if they wouldn't of said it
Love to him is reify
If not he'd a die
His imagination is fecund
he's always been second
His life is an Ephemera
He'd never complete his sentence he'd say 'remember a....? '
He'd have half thoughts
All bought
Because with her he'd always get caught
Him thinking of her everyday is a euphemism
He loves her and she dont love him it isn't commensalism
Dedicated to her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem