Eyes so light,
Lips so thin.
Skin so soft,
Calm and eloquent.
She is suave in other words
She has that smile that wins
That smile shot through my heart so quick and keen.
Here eyes say she wants more than what she is given,
But that could be a picture I painted,
To avoid another circle of 'who's fault is it'.
What is it that I want you ask?
I do not know as I'm bleeding and I do not want to stain her.
I believe I'm more of a spectator than a main character.
Write praises from the shadows
People get hurt when they close to me
I'm in love with bad luck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem