Too much has been made of the
nothingness, the void between
what is and could be. No one
deserves to be lonely, nor
cold, and everyone deserves
to hear the truth. Laughing at
the night, saying goodbye,
loving and hating the same
dream. Infatuated with a
vision of love so pure,
interrupted by reality.
Unworthy of the task at hand
I lament and bow my head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love your poem and all the lovely mispellings. keep on.