As she sits and watches the rain
She starts to think
Of the times they use to have
As the lightening strikes
She begins to cry
As the thunder roars
Her heart screams
She wants you back
But you don't seem to want her
How can she live?
Knowing you don't want her
She can't
As she sticks a pillow to her face
And she takes her last breath
It's her death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem