Do you think i did wrong?
I feel a long deserved peace
when i like your expression
free of curiosity and dust
Thought i was inconspicuous
Thought you were unlocked
But i had a completely real
illusion up on a tall wall
The difference is something
Fake and plaguesome
not a special addition
or a collection of broken memories
Indistrict shapes of lies
a instant realization
and a bottle of positions
that protect us from
vertical thoughts
Everything here is old
Flirts are deteriorating without
their coincidental revenge
asking and waiting for answers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem