heading pumping with blood
read blood tomato beating to a limit
as these little nuisances grow to become pests
asked once asked twice
nothing but the repetivitve unconciously beating on my back
still mesmerized by the touch of an angel
loosely hanging from the vine
as dozens of words are stuck right here
countless meanings with words of mine
slowly growing with goosebumps
shivering missing the one I love to see
as it pays greatly just to write a next time
just with that instinct of similing with a thought
no harm done
as these thoughts swirl my mind
drowning me with happiness once again
gotta love a gentle touch
gotta love that girl to see
as that touch makes my head dropp to a bow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem