A Poem by L'Enfant Terrible

What type of confession is that? If there's a connection to the outer whatsoever?
I grew uncertainty in the branches of my mind.
"Ho così paura del futuro che non posso cavarmela,
vorrei, vorrei, stare nelle braccia di un/a [email protected] qualsiasi
ma nel modo sincero sebbene non eterno nemmeno onesto."
Isn't it irritating? Most certainly quietness grows tired.
I always wanted to nail Eros and I wish to be him, just the
thought of wrapping your legs around me, I've got a boner.
Dirty,obscene,sweet,considerate,polite and beautiful what is this
that I can't understand.
Under the nuclear sky, postmodern kid looks for love.

© 2012 L'Enfant Terrible

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Added on April 11, 2012
Last Updated on April 11, 2012
Tags: poem, poetry, tragic, love, shame, self-pity, anger, frustration, desire, wish, hopeless, confession, vomit


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