Yesterday she had a Temper tantrum
it exposed a frustrated happiness
I have become my shadow's adjective
the groom in her dreams
the martyr in her nightmares
all that has defined me, hides me
in this secretive abyss she finds me
as her poetry outlines me
you know '...its hard to find good crayons for a chameleon colorbook.....'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem