What’s spinning in my head
Is destined to stay
Lest it pass my lips
And the world comes crashing down.
Other things spoken instead
But not the things that I should say
You should watch as I shake my hips
And use these crimson lilacs as my crown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it Eli, Welcome to poem hunter. Smiling at you, Tai