I don't know how much I love you
My fall has no rain
Never had
19 years old girls,they don't understand
Maybe I was jealous of God
when I saw the sun,yellow
I had forgotten my stories
Grandpa 's stick dose not turned to butterfly
My death is not beautiful
It would not be beautiful
A cloudy house maybe
With singing clouds
I see your shining eyes
We had forgotten the songs
I give you my earrings
I will miss Nastaran
She's not remembering her mom's embrace
Her dress,white
-I just see this -
Maybe I was jealous of God
That she was so beautiful
I don't understand my feelings about you
Your words has put Jasmine to sleep
Their eyes turned black
-no Jasmine-


You may not believe
You are the first person reading my poems in a language I don't know.
Sometimes being thankful loses its meaning
I never knew how to rime...
I've always seen you as the poet I love with no permission .
I don't know how much I love you
Don't look at the sky...
Please don't look at the sky


من نمی دانم چه قدر شما را دوست دارم
پاییز من باران ندارد
...هیچوقت هم نداشت
دختران نوزده ساله نمی فهمند
شاید حسادت من به خدا بود
وقتی خورشید را زرد می دیدم
قصه هایم یادم نبود
عصای پدربزرگ پروانه نمی سازد
مرگ من زیبا نیست
زیبا نخواهد ماند
شاید خانه ای ابری باشد
ابرهایش آواز خواندند
من درخشش چشمان شما را می بینم
ترانه ها یادمان نبود
و من گوشواره هایم را
به شما می سپارم
دلم برای نسترن تنگ می شود
آغوش مادرش یادش نمی ماند
پیراهنش سفید است
- فقط همین را می بینم -
شاید از حسادت من به خدا بود
که او آنقدر زیباست
احساسم را به شما نمی فهمم
کلام شما
یاسمن ها را خوابانده است
چشمانشان سیاه شد
- یاسمن نبود -


شاید باور نکنید
شما اولین کسی هستید که شعرهای من را می خوانید
به زبانی که نمی فهمم
گاهی اوقات تشکر معنایش را از دست می دهد
...من هیچوقت بلد نبوده ام شعر بگویم
همیشه شاعری را که خیلی دوستش داشتم
بی هیچ اجازه ای در شما می دیدم
من نمی دانم چه قدر شما را دوست دارم
به آسمان نگاه نکن
...خواهش می کنم به آسمان نگاه نکن

A poet is an invisible soul
Floating in the air
Spreading words of loveness and kindness
A poet is an invisible soul
From the womb of the wind
Spreading sweet breeze in the heart of sufferings
A poet is an invisible soul
A lover a fighter for PEACE

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

The sun laughing in the sky
The girl putting on her blue dress
Taking her doll's left hands
With a red skirt
A house beyond the redness
Raise your hands
I want to see whose hands are colored
The water color laughing on TV
A man singing in the water
''Sit down.  Stand up . Laugh
ha ha ha !!!
Open your hands
Close your hands
Now sit down. Stand up. Laugh
ha ha ha !!!
Open your hands
Close your hands ''

خورشید در آسمان می خندد
دختری لباس آبی اش را می پوشد
دست چپ عروسک اش را می گیرد
دامنش قرمز بود
خانه ای در پشت قرمز بود
دست هایت را بالا بگیر
می خواهم ببینم
!!! دست های چه کسی رنگی بود
آبرنگ در تلویزیون می خندد
مرد در آب می گوید
حالا
بشین
پاشو
بخند
هاااا
...دستات و باز کن و ببند
حالا
بشین
پاشو
بخند
هاااا
...دستات و باز کن و ببند

The goodness
The blessness
The loveness
Godliness
A poet always smile
In the hardship
Another inspiration
Ink spills in the ocean

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

Jasmine is dancing with you grandfather...

...یاسمن با شما می رقصد پدربزرگ

i love my pink eye shadow
when the rain comes...


سایه ی صورتی ام را دوست دارم
...وقتی باران می آید

Maybe it was my ball passing
-with a turning sound-
They build the walls
and you will grow up she said
With a soft hair
She didn't understand the wind
She thought she was not being loved
Maybe they don't love Jasmines
The dolls are naked
They want mommy
I didn't like their laughs
Why are they laughing at me ?
Clowns do not laugh
Angel does not need any help
I want eyes
Wearing eyeshadows
Wearing mascara
They don't have tears
The world not have tears
Where's mom ?
Maybe she doesn't love me
She was telling stories as she
was hanging the clothes on the clothesline
My sister was there
The Eglantines go to bed soon
I'm scared
The angel didn't ask for help
I wish there was someone who hears my words


شاید توپ من بود که می رفت
-صدای قل خوردن داشت-
دیوارها را کشیدند
و گفت : تو بزرگ خواهی شد
موهایش نرم بود
باد را نمی فهمید
فکر می کرد دوستش ندارند
شاید یاسمن ها را دوست ندارند
عروسک ها لختند
مامان می خواهند
از خنده هاشان خوشم نمی آمد
چرا به من می خندند
دلقک ها که نمی خندند
فرشته کمک نمی خواهد
من چشم می خواهم
سایه بزند
مژه هایش را
فر کند
اشک ندارند
...اشک نداشته باشند
مادرم کو !؟
شاید دوستم ندارد
وقتی لباس هایم را
زیر آفتاب پهن می کرد
!!! قصه می گفت
خواهرم بود
نسترن ها زود می خوابند
...می ترسم
فرشته کمک نخواست
من می خواهم کسی باشد که حرف هایم را بشنود

advancing bright sun
in darkened sky
hope at horizon

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

I was that girl forgetting her
skirt...


دختری بودم
...دامنش یادش می رفت

She saw the white planes as paper planes
She was expecting falling stars from them
Where was her baby doll ?
She combed her black hair...
Dressed in red...
How beautiful you look
Wish your earrings were mine
Now, you are sleep
send me your dreams
My mother's lullabies could not make me go to sleep
You are now free
Barefoot as far as you want
Run
Jump
Scream
Others do not have feet and hands...
They want dust...
To dance for them
To wear beautiful dresses  
They were pink...
Where was her baby doll ?
I did not know when she was pregnant
I did not see her white pregnant belly
She was showing the balloons from the distance
She brought you a sister
Where was her baby doll ?
Dream
You can dream
Painting boats
You are sliding on the clouds
Looking for your butterflies
Your brother lost your head
He could recognize your necklace
Dragonfly was flapping her wings
He was waiting for the stars
They are not crying anymore
I was watching you from the glass frame
I do not know the reason for their dance and joy
That they have coins
When they talk about you, it is in films or written words
Where was her baby doll ?


هواپیما های سفید را
موشک کاغذی می دید
منتظر بود برایش ستاره بیندازند
عروسک اش کجا بود!؟
...موهای مشکی اش را شانه کرد
...لباس قرمزاش را به تن کرد
...چه قدر شما زیبایید
کاش گوشواره هایت مال من بودند
!!! تو که دیگر خوابیده ای
خواب هایت را برای من بفرست
با لالایی های مادرم خوابم نمی برد
تو دیگر آزادی
پا برهنه  تا هر جا که خواستی
بدو
بپر
جیغ بکش
...بقیه دست و پا ندارند
...خاک می خواهند
برایشان برقصد
لباس های قشنگ بپوشد
...صورتی باشند
عروسک اش کجا بود !؟
نمی دانم کی حامله بود
برآمدگی شکم سفیدش را ندیدم
که از دور بادکنک ها را
نشان می داد
برای تو خواهر آورده بود
عروسک اش کجا بود!؟
خواب ببین
تو می توانی خواب ببینی
قایق ها را رنگ می زنی
سوار بر ابرها
سرسره بازی
می کنی
...دنبال پروانه هایت می گردی
برادرت
سرت را گم کرده
گردنبندت را می شناخت
سنجاقک هنوز داشت بال می زد
منتظر ستاره هاست
دیگر گریه نمی کنند
من از قاب شیشه ای شما را می دیدم
معنای رقص و شادیشان را نمی دانم
که دیگر سکه دارند
وقتی از شما حرف می زنند
که فیلم
یا نوشته باشد
عروسک اش کجا بود!؟

I haven't touched the buttons of my mom's dress...

...من تا به حال به دکمه های لباس مادرم دست نزدم

Trees that **** a lot of dolls
in their wombs
Blue seeds
There's a beautiful girl
smiling among my eyebrows

درخت هایی که
عروسک های زیادی را در رحم می کشند
دانه های آبی
دختری زیباست
که میان ابروهایم لبخند می زند

Abadan was small those days
Maybe my mother doesn't remember
Dolls dream too
In her flower designed skirt
She doesn't like the war
The sky of Isfahan is not blue
Doesn't know any dolls with
blossomed eyes
I wanted my red shoes
Mom
You take the weapon this time
Since it's not the war of Jasmine's eyes
It doesn't smell as Eglantines do
Demanding heads
A shining star in his open eyes
The sky of Isfahan is not blue
The city of turquoise domes
and livid mosques
The resonance of the song of
Azan at noon through those high skies
That doesn't know my mother
You just saw them as stars
Their skies are so high for wishes to reach
The city of the livid dames is said to be beautiful...
Your laughs were beautiful those days
This city
Doesn't know my mother
Her Abadan was so small


آبادان آن موقع کوچک بود
شاید مادرم یادش نمی آمد
عروسک ها هم خواب می بینند
دامنش طرحی گل دار را دارد
جنگ را دوست ندارد
اصفهان آسمانش آبی نیست
عروسکی نمی شناسد
... که چشمانش تازه شکوفه کرده
من کفش های قرمزام را می خواستم
مامان
این بار تو سلاح دستت بگیر
که جنگ
چشمان یاسمن نیست
بوی نسترن ها را نمی دهد
باز
سر می خواهند
چشم هایش باز
ستاره ای در گوشه ی چشمش بدرخشد
اصفهان آسمانش آبی نیست
شهر گنبدهای فیروزه ای
مسجدهای کبود
پیچش اذان های ظهر در آن آسمان های بلند
مادرم را نمی شناسد
که تو آن ها را ستاره می دیدی
آسمان هاشان بلند اند
آرزوها نمی رسند
شهر گنبدهای فیروزه ای
...که می گویند زیباست
خنده های تو در آن موقع زیبا بود
این شهر
مادرم را نمی شناسد
آبادانش
خیلی کوچک بود

Huge
Huge
Huge
Feet
Feet
Feet
The huge things have feet
Jasmine is blue
Her shoes orange
Putting my ******* in my red satchel every morning
Nastaran
Your sis an ordinary girl
In the winter the sun is black in my eyes


بزرگ
بزرگ
بزرگ
پا
پا
پا
بزرگ ها پا دارند
یاسمن آبی است
کفش هایش نارنجی
و من هر روز صبح
...سینه هایم را در کیف قرمز رنگ مدرسه ام می گذاشتم
نسترن
خواهرت یک دختر معمولی بود
...خورشید در زمستان برایم سیاه است

The floral curtains are purple
They've made black eyes from
their yellow feet
I'll be beautiful...
I walk...
Jasmines grow in every house
I love the smell of the mother's
delicious food in every house
I love to be beautiful
I love my hair to be black
Trees, branches, the green leaves
are golden necklace
under the sun
and I don't know in which house I lost my
childish innocence voice !?

پرده های گل دار بنفش است
از پاهای زردشان
چشم های سیاه  بافته اند
...من زیبا می شوم
...راه می روم
از هر خانه ای گل یاسمن می روید
بوی غذاهای خوشمزه ی مادرها را
از هر خانه دوست دارم
من دوست دارم زیبا باشم
من دوست دارم موهایم سیاه باشد
درخت ها
شاخه ها
برگ های سبز
در خورشید
گردنبند طلایی است
و من نمی دانم
صدای معصومیت کودکانه ام
در کدام خانه گم شد !؟

autumn starlight
a drop of Moscato falls
on poetry

Written by
Maria Laura Valente

Blue
Pink
Purple
God with no eyebrows in my drawings
I don't know why !!!

آبی
صورتی
بنفش
نمی دانم چرا خدا
!!! در نقاشی ام ابرو نداشت

Pass it on
Let it be a legacy
When children laughed
Hearts gleaming in the garden
The leaves dancing with mirth
Tears turning into smile soften the pain
O my goodly maestro
I have been by the shore
Silently inhaling the salted blue
Holding my flute with grandeur
Searching for a fine tune
Multiferious waves began to dance
Pass it on
Arrogance of the wind
Killing the breeze
Will there be a legacy
Will the birds sing
Will the leaves dance
O heaven moon
Trembling eyes
In the wilderness

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

Cinderella my goddess
I got the flute
You've got the voices
I can see into your eyes
Your ravishing beauty
Collided into your inner soul
A massive love within
O Cinderella
You are a melody
I got my flute
Ready than ever before
As the sun rises the spirit of
love joyfully feeling ecstasy
Sing sing sing my goddess
O singing bird precious soul
Will you dance for me tomorrow
I got my flute rehearsing
As i walk on the sand
Trying to connect
Searching for the sweetest harmony

by
Jean C Bertrand

As I plead to cosmos
Show me secret of calmness
Show me the mystery of loveness
Whispers in the ear the power of love
So delightful smooth-as-honey so sweet feeling ecstasy
With all my heart for kindness of the wind
For the taste of the sun
My humble heart
Will never stop loving you
All over heaven
All over the places on earth
Will never stop loving you
As I plead to cosmos
Never turn away from me
I will let nothing separate me
From the beauty of loving

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

Kissing plum filled cheeks
Sweetness of youth remembered
Moon shadowing sun

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

what if
my father's earrings
were golden ?

چه می شد
اگر
گوشواره های پدرم
طلایی باشد؟

Jawahar Gupta :
Why are you so sad, Yasaman Johari ?

Yasaman Johari : i don't know my kind grandfather,,,,your heart is so beautiful

Extra kisses at dawn in the strawberry moon
Celestial wellness
Splendourous greetings

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

...دامن دخترش بود

That skirt was for her daughter...

When nothing
In the day light
Delights
Nothingness
All gloom

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

She closed her eyes
Whispered my loveness
Come with me come with me
My eyes glanced at her
With a soften voice
Please fallow me
I will take you there
Behind the bushes
There is a golden moon
Please don't cry
Promise me
Don't cry

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

Smiling sky
Spreading joy
Surprising the heart
Sprinkling snowy flakes
In the chamber of every single soul
Faraway flowers of joyness
The fragrance of love
Necessitous of happiness
Glowing into your heart
Spring dancing soothing the heart
Singing lullaby in silent night
The leaves slapping the solitude
Blossoming the flowers of love
OH ROSES ROSES
A rendezvous in moonlight
Compassion of the sky
Affection of the moon
A mysterious love beneath the sky

by
Jean C Bertrand

Oh beautiful Jasmines
Tell the sky that the sea doesn't
want any fish
The moon plays with the sun
My red cheeks drawing the
Eglantines leaves

یاسمن های زیبا
به آسمان بگویید
دریا دیگر ماهی نمی خواهد
ماه با خورشید بازی می کند
لپ های سرخ من
برگ های گل نسترن را نقاشی می کشد

دیوارهای خانه ای که همیشه بنفش است
یاسمن   شمال و چادگان

The intertwined branches of the
woods are brown...
There is not a song in far away lands
The scarf has pain
Knitting veil from my hair
The trees are repetitive to me
I see a man, green
Having no woman next to him

شاخه هاشان در هم تنیده
...چوب ها قهوه ایست
دوردست ها آوازی ندارد
روسری درد می کشد
از موهایم حجاب می بافد
درختان برایم تکرار اند
من
مردی سبز را می بینم
...که زنی در کنارش ندارد

i just can not see all the joy and energy...

The slide is long
The swing is swinging
Your lips would be pink
My hair smells good...

سرسره دراز است
تاب تکان می خورد
لب های تو صورتی باشد
...موهایم بوی خوبی می دهد

kites in sky
intertwine while ascending,
heaven's hugs

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

life's frivolities
rationality out once
protocols stifle

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

===========================

I am gift for you
Use me as you desire, burn
Or Urn forever

by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Feelings change values
What is a diamond for you
Is a stone for me

Written by
Faheem Jawaid

================================
You wrote so many poems without signing them,
And I have signed every poem which I wrote here

Your thoughts were open, no gate, no lock no bolt
My poems were imprisoned within walls of words

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

=========
for a little while
you saw pain but
I see will power and
determination to survive
with my incandescent wand
of virginity, respect and reverence
in my blooming adolescence
catching time to trade every tomorrow

Written by
Jawahar Gupta

=============================================

War memorials
Statues of Peace face rage from
dawn to night daily


Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Soury water flow
Ceaseless tears last till death days
I die a millionth living years
Lesion of wound reddish show

I am a victim of war relic
Can't you see, my burnt house
My pair of rag clothe
My battered ink of ignorance

Queuing for a feed
Begging for a drink
**** in a homeless bridge
Conscripted as a child soldier

Can't you see, I am the war relic ?
Voice of refugees status I am
Rebel to my homeland I run
Deprived by mortal quest for power

Politics of hatred wash me to bank of ocean
Can't you see I have one arm, one eye, one embroidery parts
Can't you see am a victim of power mongers
I have foolishly support their quest

I have shouted for the nuke to be test
Justifying their foolish context
they ran away to have a succor of rest
When the war bullet penetrate the wall

I am decorated as a zeroed hero
Holding crutches leaping like a dog
So bad I am abandoned in a refugee camp
Can't you see I am the worst victim of war with relatives buried and burned
with fire of sand and the gods watch without intervention

by
Martin Ijir

==========
hot
balloons
rise
high
watch
beauty
grows

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

=====================
When fragrant flowers
climb your outside the window
perfect couple weds

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Come on everyone it is time to go
For our soul will face eternity song
As our strength waxes in pain
We have to be a garland in other's throng
As foxes devour our eyes as did lion

Come on everyone it is time to go
Where social strata and color
Of our skin does not matter
For our religion is buried on the marsh
In this our strength makes us fresh

Come on everyone it is time to go
For our dress shall become sullen as a snow
The best company is strange faces we befriend now
As familiar faces envy my mosaic prowess
As the disregard my plan and hinder the progress

As they stay aback in the land of slavery
For we have no place to reside but be in liberty
Our chrysalis body wipe the blood from our palms
As we sing redemptive songs as David psalms
Come on everyone it is time to go

We shall march in the wilderness of joy
Sweating in sorrow as we build our city
For our wall is build for humanity sake
We solely deserved this without water or cake
Come on everyone it is time to go

We have found a new land
Where God reside with love
For our soul will sing eternity songs
A songs that are undying as hallelujah hymns
Wherewithal our body becomes as cave

Our lips shall sing till earth's evil wall crumble down
For the water shall baptised us as crystal gem
Our dying hope shall grow like date Palm
As stars shall show us the path at night we won't be drown
Come on everyone it is time to go

For moon will provide meal at the day
The magic others abstain shall we practised
The wisdom our father's deprived shall we embraced
For our land shall waxed as honey everyday
Come on everyone it is time to go

A paradise of love our land nourish
Spreading its wings as eagle unleash
Eating the spoils that will habits our land
As peace spray so all embraced
Come on everyone it is time to go

We have found a new land
Where our soul will face eternity song
As our strength waxes in pain
Our social strata and color does not matter
Come on everyone it is time to go

Written by
Martin Ijir

================================
And once the storm is over,
you won't remember
how you made it through
A fool hath no delight
in understanding,
but that his heart may
discover itself,
The words of a
man's mouth are as deep waters,
and the wellspring
of wisdom as a flowing brook

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

============================================================
Ther­e are many a thing I have wanted to know about myself
How the Sky of my body dissolves in the classic books of self

How my mind and brain spectrum is better than someone else
When I will do what I think and why I want to do or just be self

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

The smell of the apple's body...
🍎🌼

The sun... ☀️

Dry smell of unripe persimmons
🍅🍁 🍅🍁☘

Among the buttons of my dress...

Folding the sun... ☀️
On the clothesline...
Like The whiteness of the Childhood hands...
🌼🌼🌼

A cloud, ☁️
At the top of the mountain...
⛰              ☁️🎈☁️☁️🎈

I'm the length of
the spike wheat... 🌾
And your eyes...
The time of harvesting...
🌾🌾🌾

spring equinox, ☘🌸
half the blossoms
already fallen...
I'm in love with a man
From May... ☘☘☀️☘
The sky was bluer than ever...
آسِمآن آبي تر از هَمیشه بُود...
  And I remember all the peach blossoms...
و مَن تَمآمِ شِکُوفِه هآيِ هُلو را به خآطِر دآرَم...
That golden glitter in your eyes...
آن بَرقِ رُوشَنِ چَشم هآیَت...

" You smell like the dust
and all blue jasmines...! "

And I always want spring...
وَ مَن دُوست دآرَم هَمیشه بَهآر بآشَد...
When the bud blooms...
زَمآني کِه شِکُوفِه گُل مي دَهَد...

Blue slickers,
Children growing
In the rain...
💧💧💧

After seeing the red carnations ....
The dream of the
White breaths of a lily flower
In the old days of a man...

Being by your side,
Still carrying
The aroma of
Cherry blossoms...
🌸🍒 🌸🍒☘
Your forehead, All the fig trees...
🍑🌳🌳🍑🌳 🌳🌳🌳 ☘🍑

My hand, dropping you
Into the sky... 🎈
Will we get to the summer?
And I don't ask anymore...
Why does my cancerous mother lose her hair?
Why am I not pregnant?
Not feeling the fetus kicking in my womb...
My dress is not blue...?!
After Saadat Abad Street...
At that time,
When my mother's lily petals,
Falling down
On the iranian carpet...


You have been...!
بُودِه اي...!

Your hair,
Smelling like the sun...
The taste of sweet summer cherries,
Still dancing in the aroma of your eyes...
And brightly colored lilac curtains in your room ...
putting a glass on your table.
The air,
Moving the clouds in your chest...

The light is on...!
The curtain, allows light to enter...

" My Jasmine...!? "
" I love you..."  ( With the sound of laughter ) "

Your voice,
Was a rainbow... 🌈
If the sound was colored...

You are a river...
passing through
my neck...
I have fallen...
Near the daffodil flowers in your eyes...
I will become a thousand small fish...
A thousand trembling goldfish in the pond...
🐟🌊 🐟🐟🐟🌊 🐟🌊

" Oh that blue whirligig!!!
The yellow....!
And the pink one...!
I'm seeing those shiny whirligigs
of your childhood... "
What was the sound of your blowing like?
Your eyes,
giving a thousand colors and memories...

You are floating...
passing through the sound of a woman's laughter...
I will never wear a wedding dress...
To paint on its whites...
I have no child !!!

Oh september!
The end of colored paper...
And the beginning of the blue sun...
You are my mother's breast cancer...
That Growing inside of me...
I thought I was pregnant...
Last night !!!
Touching the curvature of my belly...
From the top of my white knickers
With its bright pink flowers...
When my mother's scarf turns to twenty-nine years old again!

" My Jasmine...?! "
" I love you... "

In illusion,
The voice of a woman...
Calling you...
From afar...

You have reached near the window...
Looking at me...
turning to you...
White lace dress...
Laughter In The Sun....
☀️
From the sound of which woman's laughter, am I reaching to you now?
In your ear,
I become a thousand voices...
The play of the sun's rays, On the tip of my brown *******, getting hot...

Closing my eyes...
I always think If I was blind, How could I understand that  the sound of the sea is blue?!
The leaves of the trees are green!?
In glitter...
In the melancholy of the golden leaves of May...
Your face, dancing
Among the glitter of golden winds ...
And the grape leaf,☘
Greeting me...

Thinking of you...
From afar...
How are your hands moving?!
Does my mother's earrings have the yellowness of the sunflowers?
🌻🌻
Every sound,
becoming your voice...
Now...
Cheese crystals...
Pieces of barbari bread on the table...
The pungent odor of tangerine,
In my mother's hands...
And a tomato...

Why is it blue in the skies
And the night times are filled with cries
We fall in love with the sweetest thing we've seen
And they erase and go away like the wind
What is our sin ?
If we keep our faith on God
And we still see our tears gushing like the sea

Why ?
Why do we build sand castles to live in
Only for it to rain and wash it away
Why do we never grow old with good things

Why ?
Why do we have to give our hearts
To the wrong people
And the right people exists
When we make the decisions to stay happy
Only to build an empire of tears

Why ?
Why do it have to hurt to get to you
Why does it have to be bottles
Everytime agonies sounds like melodies...

Joey Percival Ikechukwu