There was something in his eyes
A fire storming brightly stretching out his thighs
He never sees me i stand in there shadow
Im like a disastrous maddow head round the bend
His tall, his smart, his hansome, he wears glasses and his funny but he does not take a second defend, his rude and arroganunt uness there around
I even fel the cold shoulder of death scraping away at my life the sound of my silent screams is defining when no-one hears me.
Its because in the end of it all nobody cares for the girl who has not neat hair, and it cover in freckles. in the end its all a lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome poem Very raw. Loved it