strong as a stone
yet delicate as a bone
beautiful as a rose
a strong and elegant pose
has to be strong
she's been like this too long
she doesn't remember herself
her feelings she puts in a shelf
not showing any weaknesses
she has such selflisness
thinking no one knows
but in her eyes everything shows
how much pain she has
she thinks it'll pass
for a friend she longs
so she listens to sad songs
paitinetly waiting for her time
so i guess this is my last rhyme.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem