She used to be a talker
but didn't have anything
good to say because the bright
place in her heart went dark
you could see it in her face
she doesn't have any space
for love anymore she didn't
know when she would be able
to flex her looks, curves again
but didn't have anyone next
to her because every man knows
they would just be an ex
yeah she used to be a girl but
everyone know once a good girl
gets into the night life beings to be
a bad girl. (to be continue)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sounds excellent, can wait for the next part