It's not you I want.
It's nothing anybody could understand.
I'm just searching for my man.
Searching and waiting, hopelessly dating.
I don't know if he's anywhere to be found.
Bamboozlers and impostors abound.
Anxious and tired, all my bullets now fired.
I give up, from now on i'll be in my cup.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In search of the man the theme relates and it is a beautiful poem.