Some how I knew.
I knew what you were about to do.
Call it impulse call it instinct.
Call it what you like.
With that twisted smile.
And your unkindly hands.
I simply knew.
Why me what did I ever do?
I all ways knew you were going to do it.
Going to make me play the game.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem