this mask
i put on
for you
and
that one
you put on
for me
is happy-go-lucky,
nothing is wrong.
well,
it's all
been wrong
and
i'm sorry
to have deceived you...
how's this look...?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A bittersweet penning with a kick in the final line - we can paint on that smile, pretend everything is alright but when the mask comes off and true feelings are revealed the emotional undressing can reveals quite a different side. Great title here too Floyd. (I penned something along the lines of this mask theme in a poem called Automaton) . j