i want you to look
i want you to see
i want you to look
my way
the bruised and bloody knuckles
attached to my left hand
throb as i punch the plasterboard wall
again and again
emotion it's so fickle
grow some self esteem
ice queen why can't you feel
relive the same surreal moments made me fall
i want you to feel
i want you to see
i want you to know
just what you've done to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey D.J... Looks like a hiphop Words gallop while the mind scallop the fingers are prop the feet flip flop knuckle down buckles up pickle mouth flavours up Bebop Bebop be Bebop Keep up the tune baby keep up---good write-a musical motley or molto of a thriller for a poem