I'll never be perfect,
it's just a thought.
I'll never be loved,
pain is never forgot.
I have so many fears,
and so little strength.
Late at night drowned in tears,
a small spark of sucess apppears.
The rumors might be true,
but something's askew.
You can't judge me if I won't let you,
you can never see me lose.
One day I'll be perfect,
it's just a thought.
Love is no longer needed,
victory is never forgot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like, well written. Rread mine - The Bloom of Youth - Adeline