Then when it happened
there was three of U.S. by myself and only one of me
some times it happened to the one and only me.
And when it did I thought that I should really try.
While she was watching my face I would look up
as it happened and I was told it didn't count because.
School was boring as I couldn't wait to finally drink and vote.
A class for special education with kids that really weren't
placed between my feelings was
a class where I was in the middle I was by her
tricked and caught.
She used electric toy's her parents for them bought.
She was a pretty girl who didn't wear dare I say a lot or
dare I say it not but any way
it didn't count unless it was a boy it was not by she a girl.
Dark and moist and cool and hot the class it always was.
Everything by her it must with o.c.d. be controlled.
English class and verbs and her and I with metaphors
described a lot our actions were.
Around control U.S. being such dynamics when placed
inside U.S. both not ever less but more.
Weird I used to think
unless she closed my eyes her toy she pushed against
I touched and died and felt inside she really was I just
suppressed my pent up sighs.
Things I saw when deep asleep I dreamed that really were.
Where the sky is dark
and moving fast the birds that really weren't.
She would close my bed room door and I would look inside.
The promises I'd make she'd never keep I some how knew.
Her parents never talked to me about the little things inside
I heard that buzzed I felt their wings.
Through her obsession where I looked into her big dark eyes.
I one time saw the monster that she made I thought she was.
One day at school I felt that I should let our feel good secret out
to what you did and didn't do in truth a lie is not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem