Fake the smiles you want to share,
For the sunrise of the hopes,
Fake the feelings you don't bare,
For the blessing of the popes.
Lose the time you want to give,
To the loved ones from your heart,
Forget the image you belive
It will tear your soul apart.
Run and hide from good things too,
Cause the world is ment to be
Of the sinners, of the blue,
Not of those that love for free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Them images do a lot of harm