Half the time you scare me
Falling in mid air
Down the stairs
Sometimes you make me want to play the snare for you
Even sometimes swear
But now i have to wright a prayer for you
And help take care of you
Sometimes its not fair
But your a rare one
And make me so scared
I wish i could share your story with someone
But i might just tear my hair out
And cry
Its like there's a glare on your life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem. Enjoyed the read.