Where will i find you?
Dear yesterday's news?
Still sitting in the back
Comfortable, perhaps
Where will i find myself?
If i weren't feeling well?
I'd probably go this way
Then turn for another cafe
And have another sip of woe
A lonely girl's cappuccino
To find bitterness so sore
Until it's bitter no more
Stainless windows
Are those of today
Broken pieces to fold
They could easily be made
My fractured portion
Has already been shared
My scattered emotions
Have spread everywhere
Lots of things to fix
Lots of things to explain
Lots of things to rid
Lots of things to remain
Lots of things in this little cup
Lots of things to rejoice of, love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem