You are my growing pain,
My pleasure,
Seeping into my bones,
As if you were an arrogant
Flower,
Rooting my calcium
Dry.
But with great nature
Brings beautiful
Scenery
That envelopes even the most
Brutal pains,
And the most
Pleasureful pleasures,
And confides them into a firm,
Grasp of alleviation and sorrow.
A perfect comparison...
If only this obsession
Wouldn't have
Killed
Me,
Then maybe this would be...
Right.
-1/17/2010-
thats really good. a lot of meaning. keep it up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have to agree with Samantha, this is really great. Interesting structure and great imagery. Well done! ~R