The sky is dark with emotion
Her tears from the new commotion
Turning back the clock of immaturity
Is never the main priority
When the easy steps are torn away
The girl's mind is ready to fray
Seams of the mind come unraveled
Because the simple things came graveled
Someone pulled that little thread
And that is why she is dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem