take lies fear and a pinch of regret
and also a little confusion and mistake
put sickness and worry
and a full cup of bertayal
in an enourmous coldrun of tears mix with
depression and a touch of failure
until tears ruch down your face
throw in a miscarage and a lost love or two
then broil in a broken heart
at one million degrese until overwelmed with greif and sorrow
you can tell its done when u can stand no more pain
let stand until tired of the madness of the world
sprinkle on some jelousy and serve with sadness and unrest
then taste a touch of suicied
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem speaks to the heart. It is quite sad. I wish you well! Get your education and choose men wisely. Look before you leap.