she was like a rose
her beauty was like a dose;
of heaven
but she's dangerous
mysterious
because of her thorns
her anger transforms her ears into huge thorns
her red hair shine
she claims that she's fine
when she's sad
because her manners are bad
can't find love
nothing but shoves
because of her thorns
she askes, 'Why was i even born? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
she was like a rose her beauty was like a dose; of heaven but she's dangerous mysterious because of her thorns...but tesla is withhout thrones i presume... poet so graceful inher thoughts..... deserved complete 10