Her smile mined, well cut and polished diamonds out their pockets
She always awarded her heart before earning theirs’ first
It may peradventure be because they had none, as they were puppets
Dangling on strings held by lust
Buttering her heart for diamonds
Left her heartless
Being careless
Left her a rock less precious than diamonds
Appearance trade
Rarely parts with you unpaid
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem