Poem.
I am considered a
polyglot.
It’s a word that means
you,
speak 4 or more
languages
in an advanced level
For me, it goes from English to
French,
then Vietnamese and
Swedish.
Sometimes, it works
because,
I can tell you words I want to
say.
But it can never escape my
lips,
when it comes to the
language
we share together..Like
English.
I can tell you, ‘t’es
beau à moi.’
Brush it off, as if I meant,
your
shoelaces are untied and I’ll
always
be there for you, even if
you
might never share the words
I
will someday, when I
confess
those three words: ‘Jag
älskar dig’
You might be smiling or
frowning,
confused at these words.
I’ll
always yell, ‘tu est
bête!’ To the
next person who hurts you.
I’ll
always make sure, you’ll
know
in English, that I love
you,
and the words of xin chào
will
greet your heart, when my
heart
meet yours. I’ll try to
remember,
to tell you what all those words
really meant.
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I post this poem hours prior! (Prior, heh heh ;)! )
Anyway, here you go and I do actually speak 4
languages. :)!
****
I post this poem hours prior! (Prior, heh heh ;)! )
Anyway, here you go and I do actually speak 4
languages. :)!
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