She doesn’t know anything...
She doesn’t know whether it is
Summer or spring…
She only cares about herself
And thinks she is the one…
But who is she?
She is no one!
She thinks only about her mad love
But she forgets others can love too.
She is blind (I pity her…)
What can she possible do?
Oh…Dear Madam…
The world is bigger…and your horizons
Are so limited…
You are not better than me…
Open your eyes…
I bet you can see…
Lenita T.F ღ *ღ
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem