Poems in english, sort of..

Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why babe,
if you don't know by now.
No, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why babe,
I'll never do somehow.

All I do is talking, and thinking, twice and three times and more again. All I want is someones heart, someones soul. I'm not a grown-up woman but I try to get there, eventually. Insights can kick you in the belly and slap you in the face when they arrive, but once there, you just have to deal with them.

Growing old in a heartbeat, thorn, struck with lightning,

barebreasted and coldblooded.

A mental attitude is shifting place with something else.

A tired face, a mind without drive,

a body trying to reach out of this miserable state.

Pathetic cheekbones covered with skin,

a laugh no longer recognized by its owner.

Laughable laughter is all I hear,

a screeching noice cuts my brain into divisions

Suddenly all I see is me, and everything I won't ever be.

Water pouring through my filthy hair

makes me shiver for a second

I gasp and gulp inside the box of warmth

Noticed by everyone passing by outside

Still standing but soon stumbling,

tumbling down in a pile of limbs

Laying there all in display

All my faults, all my mistakes, all my frauds,

all my love and everything I never regarded as being part of me.

Connected through veins, muscles and bones

Connected by feelings, decisions and emotions

For a while people might think my father makes things of glass.