Poetheart Morgan

Rookie - 410 Points (05/23/1960 / Rio de Janeiro)

I Dont Know Change The Tire! - Poem by Poetheart Morgan

I cry for some few reasons
when I don't have a chocolate cake
when they break my W&N kit paint
When i hear that familiar sound

Oh! just needed to rolling by the road
the blast holding my arms
shaking me and saying to me
you have to change the tire!

What? ? ?

AH! At this moment
hot tears
flowing out of me
not precious and fine
transparent and contained
so convenient
but together with hiccups
and convulsions

am i ~ thick ~ enough?
What did i wrong?
i will shake my butt
and the fingers too
to ask for a scarf
and a big man to do

Nothing more was broken
or in pieces by the road
not more tears just feeling
the song of my motor

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013

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