she walks in the room and turns around
there isnt a smile apon her face, just a frown
is it and which as she walks around
the pounding of her foorsteps are the only sound
not with grace but with individual style
she paces back and forth for a little while
her pace gets faster the music still in her ears
blocking out the pain the sorrow; & the fears
she believes shes no now but shes wrong
she writes poetry that is beautifully strong
if only she could see how she really appears
if only she would say what i wish to hear
if only she saw what is there
if only...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
flows very well. your poems are filled with passion. you convey your pieces from your head to paper very very good. EXCELLENCE.