A little girl sits crying, knowing not what to do, she waits for the man to make all be true, yet the curse on her is to powerful still, and with each passing day her heart grew still. No one noticed, because no one cared. So she faded away, and there was nothing more, but a tear stained floor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The tear stained floor capped this poem, Hailey. Thanks for sharing