There once was a lost little girl...
who often chose to be alone...
she wanted to cause no one pain...
but usually did just that...
she took a stroll in the park one night...
just to get away...
where she bumped into this guy..
he walked with his hands in his pockets....
and his head was held low...
he looked up at her, nodded his head and kept walkin as to say, it's ok.
she also kept walkin but couldn't help looking back at him...
the pain in his face freshly in her mind....
the love in his eyes... touching her heart...
she wanted to walk with him on this night...
to be by his side and let him know... somewhere... there's someone who cares...
to her surprise... he was looking back at her also...
his lips parted, into a smile... but only a small one...
a hurt one...
something over came her... forcing her to say..
'it is ok.' with a smile...
he then came to her side.... and they walked together... on this night....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I LOVE it! Honestly, you have a way of capturing what would seem like an ordinary scene, moment and turning it into this beautiful, descriptive poem! You are very talented! Keep writting skat! : -)