Ignore that broken-hearted girl.
The one who sits,
tears streaming down her face..,
In the window sill.
The one who knew,
left her alone.
Took everything,
Left her without a clue.
Now she's chasing fairy tales.
Looking for the single one,
the one who can help her-
erase all the hurt that has been done.
He looks at her now
And sees what she's become,
The naive little girl
The whole hearted one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem