Am I wicked.
You know I'm why.
Between rich lines,
and purple skies.
Wicked judge,
you taught, me lots.
They are words,
that run each color,
off the page.
So help me 'God'.
Each time I hear,
them.
I get more than runny trot ts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You should try crossing your 'tease' iip! lol Yes you are wicked, why do you think I read you? lol Smiling at you Tai