She walks down the hall like she’s walking down a runway
And she smiles- oh, the dreams, oh, the dreams…
She trips on her conscious like it’s tied to her heels
And she sighs because it’s not what it seems.
Well they all look at her like she was really something special,
But just threw it all away again.
And she’d kill just to show them the person that she is
Because she’s not quite the same as whom she’d been.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've been reading a number of your poems and have enjoyed them all. Thanks! Alaska