You look at her,
She's lost the will,
Her desperation bleeds her,
In her eye's you can feel,
A pain that burns much deeper.
And as you stand,
And watch a while,
Her eyes they stare,
Right through you.
Bewildered how you've,
Become this girl,
A reflection in the window.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i really liked the end i didnt see it coming :)