She wipes a tearful cheek
and scratches at her brown skin.
Unable to speak, she’s locked herself in.
Spindly legs walk a lonely tightrope
in the middle of the city.
Not once did he ever call her pretty.
he's made so many mistakes in life,
and he'll make a thousand more,
he lost her before but this time it'll stick
inside he's become so ugly and distorted
he doesn't even recognise himself
She’s let so many slip by,
losing touch of everyone.
She cracks open a Budweiser,
pain has one.
Her pearl nails are chipped and bitten,
She starts on a poem already unwritten.
he has no more excuses
no more breath to say he's sorry
no more tears to cry.
he's done so much damage
to himself and those around him,
he'll never be fine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You two make a wonderful team! Nice job. Sincerely, Mary