What she thinks is the best..very simple and straight.
She could care less..of what people thought was fake.
Put in to patterns..laid across her arm.
From the begining that one made it a charm.
Many X's and long lines.
What she could do in that amount of time.
A slice here..and a prick there.
Loving that nobody cares.
At first wanting to be noticed
Wanting to be loved.
Never staying focused.
She just wanted a hug.
But now her openings..never to be shut.
What she tried for coping..and never any luck.
So now..so many..so many open door ways.
Up..down..seeing no ending..love 'HER' always..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem