Tonight you gossip.
We slowly weep.
Meaningful laughter.
Passing slow time.
How long?
How long?
Before they're tired.
You stay the same.
Never to change.
They know this.
Hiding true colors.
Stained solid black.
You will never change.
Not in this life.
Nor in the next.
We slowly weep.
For you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem