i'm like a cloud
shes my best friend
we are the same
when we want to cry
we trun gray
when we are mad
we are a storm
lighting and yelling
we aren't white neither black
we are both but if you make us mad
we'll turn black
you'll better wanna see us white
beautiful like a sky
something that you'll would like to see
if you're sad
when it rains all the time
the water is the pain fallin thru the sky
like my blood on the floor
that it could
break your heart
this pain sometimes could go away
but at the end
its always coming back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem