built like a ford
but pulls like a chevy
i want to go heaven
but i know i am not ready
the wrong doings i do
are not ment to be
and for why i dont know
they worssen when people are with me
i try to change and it doesnt work
only time can tell so its time to work
i cant see through the clouds
and i cant find the rain
i try to think sometimes
but feels as if i have no brain
so as life passes me write on by
i guess days will go on where i have to cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it. Your words sway and that is what poetry is about. Nice job. =) ~Monica Rose