My world is spinning out of control
I’m a tire swing
That is never willing to slow down
My mind is being blown about
I’m white rose petals
Being shoved about in the wind
Trying to figure out where I belong
My heart has been smashed into tiny pieces
I’m a rundown broken vase
Cracking and peeling in the inside
Trying to keep it all inside of me
Hoping no one notices
My heart which has become more fragile than before
I’m a purple butterfly
Whom has gotten itself stuck
Stuck upon some rosebush thorns
Desperately trying to escape
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