thong! !
in reflex
i look around
scheming and scanning
good, it's just the wind
no sign of any brilliant being
the sky is dark
sooner it's going to rain
quickly i grab my bag
i continue walking
still alone
yet this time in pain
rushing in shame
i start wondering
was it me?
or..was it 'it'?
ouch..!
my head's keep spinning
me? ?
nope..it was 'it'!
'it' is to be blamed!
my heart's swearing
with my earrings clinging
i turn back
it is still there
standing still
yeah..it was 'it'!
no doubt it was 'it'!
so remote
and amazingly guiltless
after crushing my brain!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ammmmmazing flow! touchy fact! beautiful wording! 10+