You can’t measure something
As unconditional as this
It’s absolutely true
That it still exists
The days are now gone
Still the memories are alive
It has kept me through the times
Long enough to survive
This is something that is special
This is something that is real
No matter what they say
It cannot change how I feel
But my mind and heart
Are at two different speeds
Life has taught me before
That they can mislead
Opening myself
Is harder than is seems
Vulnerable to reality
While still in a dream
Echos make me unsure
If I’m still empty of
This teasing thing called
Bonafide ____
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem