Back ally i see you
my hands are in pocket
smug smile
streets in winter i see you
green face of mine
i just want more
u give it to me
i cant get enough
its like a drug to me
when can i say stop
never is the answer i just want more and more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting viewpoint. I wrote one a couple of years ago from a different perspective called ' Tracks ' I'd love you to read it, I was making a statement at the time. You don't need to comment.