i love my poem the way they come
It is my own syle
And my alone
Somtime i spell my boy as boi
And i can make mistake almost all the time
i love the way it flow
Pls don't judge me
Don't correct it
If you really want to know
Where the shoe hurt
Then take a walk in my step
To feel where it hurt
Buh untill then let my heart be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem