Am I really a fool, or I had been blinded by you
There is such vivid difference between What you think and what was true
There was a time I would have given you my whole
A time I would have been a keeper to your body and soul
Your beauty makes all eyes sore
Your smile I always wanted to see once more
I have become so vulnerable to your touch and words
For you I could sin, take a bullet or probably kill...
But I guess you would never know
Wes B.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem