Three can keep a secret,
If two of them are dead.
I wish i had remembered this
Before i said the things i said
Now i stand beaten
Treatened
And trashed.
Thrashed thrice
Now i've learned to keep my secrets to myself
Instead of spilling them to the world.
I will never again be hurled
Aganst a wall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey, I know what thats. Like. I'm glad I'm not the only one how sees this reality. Thanks for writing this poem. ~S.M.A.K.