I promise to my self, that would never,
Write about you ever again but something
Is holding me back from letting you go
From my life pretty much from my head.
Yes! We play together those mind games,
That I bet we never going to understand,
So I guess this was something just like a
Fantasy for you and me.
Spacing in time we did the best to not
Surrender our selves against the odds but I guess
This was nothing but guilty pleasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem