No honey...
I'm not wishing upon a star.
Your standing on my foot.
The one with the corns,
Bunions.
And ingrown toenails!
I can't breathe.
That's why I'm whispering.
The pain is killing me.
Please...
The weight.
I'm losing consciousness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem