Would you still love me
if I shaved my head
and you saw the dark spot
on my bed
Would you still love me
if you saw my arms
and the white circles
of my love
Would you still love me
in the end
after I'm well again
and I can buy my own cigarettes
What's it like to love
let me get the directions down
let me see that side of you
we can hang out up above
everything
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem