I think I know exactly why I am here
I think I know exactly why I am her...
the girl with the pen behind her ear
there's absolutely nothing I have to infer
I am a writer
and I am a person who is
both weak and strong
both happy and sad
the years have been long
in the life I have had
I've said goodbye
to people and things
tossed away in the autumn breeze
gracefully fluttering away
and for someone as sentimental as myself
it is beautiful in a certain way
because I have the privilege to say
that I loved him
or I held that
or I befriended her
or I owned that
it amazes me still
I think I know exactly why I am here
I think I know exactly why I'm her...
the girl with nothing to hide, but everything to fear
who lived quietly ever after, except on the paper
or something like that
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem