Shorty is like a melody in my head but girl your the beat in my heart your what makes the day spin faster then the world around me my eyes close and all I see is the pressure of my heart pounding the cracks frozen like the cold heart I used to have for such time in the lonely cold world 12/14/09 by Bret Zeller
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem