The bright pink flowers
and rasberry hearts
the juicy reality
that always spreads
Buttercream icing
on neon bicycles
we ride and become diamonds
on disco balls
wrapped in
fruit leather blankets
and a secret world
and suddenly I forget the days
when I wasn't your girl
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the phrasing of the poem is very nice and the ending of the poem is very dramatic which i like.....a very good write..........................keep writing.....