He tell me I'm beautiful almost everyday
And sometimes I almost believe it
And those times I feel better about being alive
I told my mother I would never lie to her
Yet I lie every time I pull my sleeves down
Every time I refuse myself to eat
I hope he watches me when no one else is
When the eyes turn away so does my smile
I hope he sees the happy slip from my lips
So he will know not to ever leave me alone
Because then I will be a waste to him
And he wants me, not the melting candle
He wants the interesting, beautiful girl he fell in love with
Doesn't ever wants my sun to stop shining
Or my stars to burn out
And I don't ever want him to leave
Because then my sun will fall, and my stars fade
And I will become a pen without its ink
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'd say one thing, Katty, just do not specify much. Reveal what the heart feels, not what the eyes see everyday.