Lonely girl.
She was somebody, he was nobody,
She was full of misunderstood thoughts; he was full of evil intentions.
The love was too much for one heart and the other was full with too much hate, she was in love, he was lost on something that never exists.
Pretty lonely girl now you are gone and had left his heart broken on a thousand pieces and now his alone and whenever he looked at the stars he cry because that is what you are for him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem