My lips are always moving,
Silently repeating the lyrics of a song,
As I stare off into the distance
His face becomes clearer
An old friend, an old lover
And I forget what my friend’s telling me
I wish I could go back
To the time it was easy
To the time when I loved everyone and everyone loved me
To the time when I didn’t second-guess myself
When I didn’t worry about what I wore
About what I looked liked or what I thought was cool
But it’s coming back
My original personality
And the person who’s genuinely, truly me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem