I am at a loss.
For everything.
Tangled like a ball of yarn,
So hopelessly entertwined.
You are the mischeivious
Little Kitten who did this.
The Blood thirsty lion
Insisting upon tearing me apart
Until I am only severed veins
And smeared make up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem