Rabbles of a smile on this pretty face
Hidden bitter stretches under the curves
A constant reminder of the mash in me
The salty tears that have flown for ages
And this heart always thirsty and achy
I cry like a child for the childhood lost in the wind
And the scar that has come of age
Inside me a wild
Desperate and impatient need to be loved
A huge fire that consumes all zeal and beauty
I present me soul to every forever promise
Every tight grip strangles every chance
And then the tears begin to flow again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem