Cherry red lips and sherbert dips
With liqourice sticks,
Falling out of trees
And grazing your knees
Schooldays spent dreaming
About weird new feelings.
Hiding the sensation
You're heading for damnation,
'cos the innocence will leave you
The aging leaving bruising
Cynicism creeps in too
And soon you will be leaving.
J.Evans 25-01-2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem