poison- in the blood of a mad women
the emotions of me
contaminate the well being of me
the real me is faked upon the infuriating facts of you
this is not me
its all you/eternally lovin you
while you mentally challenge me
adapting to lively changes of morphing atmospheres
do i tend to acknowledge the complete picture?
of my life as a whole
i morph into the surroundings like the lizard wit its sticky tounge
tasting the world that engulfs me
Sandra, this poem is quite interesting and unusually written. If your morphing you are doing it well. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an Original poem Sandra, Disturbing vision...