The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

MY LAP

Someone stole my poetry collection,
She mentioned my arms and my laptop,
She said she fell into my trap, my invention,
That I shouldn't have talked about the top.

But I had to do it, I had to run away,
I had to turn the page, I had to move,
She begged me to stay,
Now she says she lied when she said I was the love of her life.

I knew I was wasting my time,
But while she had her arms in my lap,
Couldn't we feel the same?,
After that I only dreamed about her during naps.

It took me a year to fall in love, and three to forget you,
Three years I was depressed because of you,
I asked you to let me enter you, enter your heart, I begged you, I bet you I did,
But then I lose you, when you move on ...

So that's how we stay,
Without staying together,
I can't even get the translator of my words to load, even if I pray,
I can't get rid of the fly that steals my patience near my other feeling.

I can't even see, because I can't turn up the brightness,
I can only watch myself depress my own heart,
Unless I do it, unless,
By not doing it I got less than nothing....