In a daze
Myy babies gunshot gaze
Whiiskeded me always.
Through a tear,
Yes the first that fell.
It stayed with me
All through hell.
More of a life raft
I suppose.
So after I take a doze
She ' ll candy me with loveingly longer ones than before.
Yr. Notawhre Ps- Da SweEteSt Things, aint day Luv Darling?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem