The truth is, my heart is nowhere near yours, me or anywhere comforting...
Its in the most obscure corner of your mind and thoughts,
the kind you'd forget.
Like the rock in your shoe, that's so annoying but you're too busy to get
or the scrap paper you scribble notes on and later discard
or maybe the one star amongst millions that doesn't stand out...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now! That is a little presumptious of you Lost One, if you don't mind me saying. How do you know this then? If it is a female you refer to, we multi task in everything... We have to do what we have to do, otherwise the world stops turning. This is the problem between the sexes...we need to work together! solving all problems. A poem to think on. Smiling at you Tai