There she stood,
with another new guy.
She looked good,
actually that's a lie.
She looked like death,
karma I'd suggest,
Satan took all she had left,
for hurting a boy who treated her the best.
He came from hell,
and now he's gone back...
With a story to tell,
of a girl who's heart was black.
And all the demons ask for an encore,
'Satan, tell us again of that girl...
who always wanted more,
And now has nothing left in the world.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem