They stayed together,
light weight like a feather
she lay on his lap,
taking a nap
her hair in his face
he felt she was a disgrace
she woke up
to dropp a cup
he wanted to hit her
and wished they never, were
he told her 'ill be back'
in his head he was thinking 'man! this girl is wack! '
gripping a knife he took her hair
thinking to himself 'I HATE HER! ! ! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very odddd, but its pretty cool