Another poem 의해 me. This one came out kinda lame,but I'll let the rating be the judge (assuming there will be any).
That Girl
Have 당신 seen that girl,
That goes around here and there?
Nobody knows where she’s going,
Is she even going somewhere?
Pretty face, pretty hair,
Nobody knows her name,
She seems sad, what a coincidence,
I’ve been feeling the same.
She seems lost,
Doesn’t even know where she’s from,
I’m a nice guy so I invite her,
To stay in my home.
She seats in the couch,
My, is she pretty?
I wonder what I can say,
To comfort that girl , so dreamy.
Sarah,
She tells me it’s her name,
She feels sad,
Funny,
Because I’ve been feeling the same
That Girl
Have 당신 seen that girl,
That goes around here and there?
Nobody knows where she’s going,
Is she even going somewhere?
Pretty face, pretty hair,
Nobody knows her name,
She seems sad, what a coincidence,
I’ve been feeling the same.
She seems lost,
Doesn’t even know where she’s from,
I’m a nice guy so I invite her,
To stay in my home.
She seats in the couch,
My, is she pretty?
I wonder what I can say,
To comfort that girl , so dreamy.
Sarah,
She tells me it’s her name,
She feels sad,
Funny,
Because I’ve been feeling the same
Temporary Home
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are 천사 who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to 옮기기 on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before 당신 can say “Thank you” 또는 “I 사랑 you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They 키스 our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are 천사 who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to 옮기기 on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before 당신 can say “Thank you” 또는 “I 사랑 you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They 키스 our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.