eye like what eye like and for this see saw
eye tire easily
back and forth plummeting to my death
over and again
and eye swear the more eye wish to forget the more my mind forges through to remember your smell your taste the look upon your face, when eye finally walked away - DO or DO NOT - there is no try. so with your mouth you ball up and lie - through those pearly teeth and hold out your hand - for every stranger you greet, in the making of leaving my mark. shots ring out n the dark, the snow falling on the ground - makes my ring around the rosies- all fall down. the queen with the broken crown, no time to take the throne for eye am here all alone. enola
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely whether he or she, where is she? >3