One Choice with Life Long Lasting Wounds.
One will surely get hurt in the end, While...
One will never know it ever happened for the wounded one:
Her life will never be the same.
Her rehab never ends.
Her heart go's on in pain with tears that fill
Her eyes, Beat red they sting and taste of salt as she wipes them away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem