Who's that girl?
Who kept wondering
When will Singapore finally snow
Or if a purple sky will make,
Any difference at all
Call her disillusioned
Who's that girl?
Who thought that sometimes,
People are just angels in disguise
Not yours, perhaps
But to someone else
Call her blunt
Who's that girl?
Who always believed
That everything she saw
Was how its supposed to be
No hidden meaning
No trapped messages
Call her naive
Who's that girl?
Who kept waiting
For her very own secret snowflake
To fall on the palm of her hands
Without it ever melting
Call her dumb
And if you asked,
Who's that girl?
That I've been talking about
For so long
Well,
That girl is me
this poem is very good, i love all of your poetry so far.. and i'm pretty sure i'll love the rest of them also. :) ans i also do agree wtih Richard here.. i do love the structure and how you started out each stanza with 'Who's that girl'.. it was just beautiful. ~Hazel G.E
I loved this one. It seems to me to be the realization of a childhood long lost. Great flow to it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great, ..really very great....