Quench for love……….? 
Crave for care………? 
Or was it all………..
All an infactuation? ? 
They knew I was hurt
They knew I was wounded! ! 
Not just a prick
Not just a perforation….! ! 
They stabed n stabed
But never to kill….
Never skin deep
Through n through
Every cell of mine bled
I perspired blood
Inhaled all de allegations
Exhaled just sorrow…! ! 
For it was tears
Tears that flowed through my capillaries
Impervious n immune
No shock
Nor a kick in de teeth
For I was immune
Immune with pain
Every stinge I take
I medicate with pleasure
For my grubby lips
Betrays my emotions
For it smiles
Smiles and smiles
As never smiled before
Affable promises
But peril behind
`my good`
Was their explaination
Intentions same
Out come same
To rip n tear
Every cell of me
But
But I have me to care
Me to nuture
Me to fondle myself                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem, , i really enjoy reading it