From attachment to extreme disturbance
she repressed it all at a glance
she learned how to cope with it
but she rejects herself when she's all alone
she is in denial of who she is today and who she'll be tomorrow
she drowns herself with tears poured on her every night's pillow
with smiles and okays she seemed to be comfortable with
a shoulder to cry on, a girl to cry with
a desperate flower at the room's corner
an ordinary person behind the happy others
when will she realize that all she had to do
is to calm down, sigh and look back
behind you and them, someone's waiting for you
either to smile or to cry, you are his heart
no matter who you are or who you were
he can feel what you are sensing
you are an angel
his dearest angel
you just haven't spread your wings yet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem