Telling Dakota's story, about how all her bones are broken
And how her heart is shatter into pieces.
She is left with one day of comfort,
Only because she has suffer. For just one second, felt whole.
Sorrow lives through this night.
She sat in the rain for hours. Just wanting to feel that rain.
A victim of love...
Didn't he feel her arms wrap around him?
Was she being saved, or was she just another
Lie to make they hate?
Why should she care? If he don't care....
A moment for what that triumph had cost.
These suitcases are a map of that country...
A terrible country
She will never revisit.
Ready to smile and love life again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem