I will never be perfect
Like the girls who find a way.
No one will ever love me
With the scars that remain.
No one will ever keep me,
With the way they see me grieve.
No one will let me love them,
After they see me when they leave.
No one will ever find me,
Because my world is imaginary.
No one will ever see me,
The way they did before.
Just because I've been broken once,
Doesn't mean I won't love no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Krystal, this would be more effective if you used fewer abstract words (love, grieve, imaginary) and some vivid imagery, words that appeal to the various senses. Mary Oliver is a poet you might enjoy and be inspired by. If you have time, check out my new website: jeffersoncarterverse.com Tell me how you like it. Thanks. Yrs, JC
thanks for the feedback, I'll try to look at your website.