I am the luckiest person,
for I've met the sweetest girl.
To keep strong for her friends and family,
through the hardest emotions, is her talent.
I may have never seen this girl cry,
but it's not hard to see the silent tears stream down her face.
To see the cuts on her perfect body.
What do you see, when you look in the mirror?
Or are you too scared to look.
If you could see through my eyes,
you'd see such an imperfection,
that creates the most beautiful being.
Through your hate and your love,
you're still standing.
You may feel lost now,
but I would never let you wander alone.
If ever a hand were reaching for you,
it'd be mine.
On the peek of insanity,
you stand as proudly as I do.
Rather insane, then sane.
We will never be boring,
we will be interesting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully done, lovely poem