ToadsA Poem by Iika
I have six
But they let down After all the new tricks They are still the same old noun Rakkaus. So cumbersome in its thingness L'amour. It dies on my tongue 愛. Then drops out mean and heartless Kärlek. From its meaning far-flung Amor. How can a word this ancient Love. For something this strong Be so cold and complacent That it ruins every song: What is kindness We've never asked Could this be sadness Never questioned when sad So must we first define loveness To recognise love © 2015 IikaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorIikaAboutA student. Languid. I like to write all kinds of things but I will probably only post poems here. Feel free to rip them apart. Be as nitpicky as you like. All I want is to get better. more..Writing
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