Many people say girls are made out of sugar, and spice, and everything nice.
Well if you live in the world i live in thats not the case.
All you do is add a cup of restraint,
a pinch of sorrow,
a quart of emotional destruction,
and a chapter of loathing.
And after about of minute of failure,
you produce something you never meant to,
But its too late, its already been sent out into the world,
creating as much unneeded drama as it can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
liked this, well writ smiffy