do you ever think of me
ever stop to wonder
that little girl you left in tears
that child you now haunt
your own image
burning bright
now only pretty when she crys
ashamed of what she holds inside
and now your in her nightmares
no longer in her dreams
maybe it was meant to be
maybe you were meant to leave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem