Words can be killer
But yours were murder
You always got off as being my thriller
But you won’t always be the lead herder
Before your hands could touch me
I stood and waited
Before I got my wits and ran form thee
Because that was the last time I would be baited
Because of you I am cursed
I don't know if it can be easily removed
And from you it came much worse
I will never be approved
hmmm, who cursed you young one? good poem.. x3, mill :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i approve thee.......... * smile*