one day she asked herself if she was nice,
she didn't have to ask herslef twice,
she knew she was ugly,
but she really is not,
she is pretty,
but she simply forgot...
But now sadness is the only thing she's got,
and she's got alot!
nomatter how much she faught,
to beleive the truth which she calls lies!
But she asked herself once again, if she would really mind,
the important is that she's kind.
she putt that in her mind,
and she never asked herself that question ever again!
Because, weather she looks gorgeous or like a fat hen,
she knew she would be preety someday, but when? ...
dedicated to: 'Doha Ewiess'
Sophia I liked this poem so much....but I need to know...were you thinking of someone specific while writing this piece? ? lol: D
''one day she asked herself if she was nice, she didn't have to ask herslef twice, she knew she was ugly, but she really is not, she is pretty, but she simply forgot...'' nice poem............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
even after the dedication sophia...i still dont believe! ! and i dont think i will ever believe in your poem...but anyway...i like it as a poem...