I whistle a hollow tune.
Bitter to the taste, but sweet in sound.
The clouds pass over, leaving a sad grey sky behind.
The stars come out with their normal glow.
But on the inside I still feel sorrow.
For what reason, I am not quite certain.
But it is in the darkness that I see:
All the beautiful creatures,
Beautiful voices,
And beautiful people that I will never be.
But that is okay.
I may not be perfect.
I am rough on the edges.
But I am me!
And that is all I'll ever need to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it! pretty and original. keep writing!