the SKY is DARK,
the WIND is FIERCE,
my EYES filled with lots of TEARS,
I RAN away leaving behind a SHADOW,
and as I FELT the air's HUMIDITY,
my HEART began to beat RAPIDLY,
while I was LOOKING for my PALACE,
I saw some CANINE with the police from DALLAS,
no PLACE to hide and no place to SNEAK,
this is what I get for BEATING up a GEEK!
ok... I wonder how old r u, but still beating up a geek is wrong u know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
true, don't be abd, at the end of the day it doesn't repay. sop be good and write good poems.
I was 13 at the time. This was terrible advice then and now.