I have been forbidden to talk to you,
I don’t know why,
Maybe because deep down I lie,
Wanting to know,
To touch your face,
What if you don’t like the way I look?
Will you hate me?
I no longer know what to do,
Because you muddle my brain,
Every time I think of you,
Everyone wants you to be someone knew,
Isn’t it ironic?
That I dream of you,
And still have no clue what to do?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem