I wanna be the sweetner in your tea, the bit of broken bottle in your knee.
I wanna be the heart that skips a beat, I wanna be the hard skin upon your feet.
I wanna be the one you can't ignore, I wanna be the hinge on your bedroom door. I wanna be the one who sweet talks you, I wanna be the one who kills the blues. I wanna be the one stuck in reverse, I wanna be the lining in your purse.
I wanna be the one who bakes the dream, I wanna be the clot that turns to cream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem