She sits...and...smiles...
But she...is still...alone...
She is beauitiful...
But her life...Is not...
You may see her...and...smile...
But all she can see...
Is the hurt...and...the pain...
She can hear someone...nearby...
And may soon...begin to cry...
The tears...will...trace down her face...
Down her smooth...blushed...bruised cheeks...
Stinging...the...scares...
Of her past...present...and future...
She will be made stop...crying...weeping...begging...
Or her father (boyfriend) ...
...
He will...become...a...lion...
He will scratch...hit...bite her...
A full-on attack...
She will take it though...
In the arms...and legs...
She will then begin to cry...
Again...
He will then see her cry...
And...
...
...
Smile...
sigh much pain really i read it slow and slower and it became a movie in my head and sigh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really?