why am i so
much the way i am
i love you
but, say and do foolish things
and laugh in the face
of what sorrow brings
i'd like to write
about it, while the birds sing
but someone always comes around
to disturb any peace i've found
my words disapear
like the wind
like the dust, as i get off the bus
on the other side of town
i enjoy good food
but, can't eat a bite
my love is gone
my god! , it's going to be a long night!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was quite unique and creative, I thought. It was very understandable. I sometimes have difficulty following these things. I guess it's because the story held my attention. I bet you'd be a good novelist. Just a thought. GW62