The subtleties and small things stay the same while the rain will come and go in a heartbeat. Look into the mirror and see the kiddo, shatter the glass like the heart of a widow. I'm left outspoken, the pieces that make me are broken, my words but a token, an addict to her body like an addict with his coke again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem