She live by herself and
talk to no one.....
She is sad and depressed
and angry at the world....
Her room is dark and small....
her eyes are red and swollen
from the cry she's shed
She wear all black and feels
as she dresses.
Her name iz loneliness....
she live in the back of my head....
And today i met her
because of you.
Oct.29.2009
Fatmata Alpha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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