Treacherous wills
But you said it was good for me
Fine wine and grills
Then you said you needed me still
In a world of depth and angst
You’d find me buoy and cuddling
In the mist of anger and fury
You’d place me, where clouds are folding
Meek distaste, in an institution of mistakes
Doesn’t mean it’s close to reality
Or Even in a void of epilepsy
I’d love sincere translations of this poem.
*grins* I can already imagine the confused look on your faces.
Lol
Have a good week ❤️
And please don’t drown yourself in studying like myself 🙏😪
Torie ❤️
