She turns to face him
But all he sees are the,
tears and scars that are
now left behind from
that dreadful day
When she got sliced to
ribbons by her fate-less
mother who is now lying
six-feet under waiting for
her daughter to come back
to her worthless hands
But all you see of her are
the tears and scars
that she is now cursed with
But now he can now see
her true inner beauty
Since she told the true story to him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely put. sorry I dont rate poems, giving a number to someones heart like a game show kinda doesnt sit right with me.