what do you not see
is another face inside this face
it shows itself in the dark
and speaks in a language which i really love
selfish, it kisses me, and not contented
it steals a part of my day
to oppress the face that you love
which i show to you when you are happy
i am the night of my day and the day of my night
the other one loves nobody but just me
in a compromise of goodness i have to love you
show again the face that you love
the one you brag to your friends
the one you take with you in church
i thrive in this, without excuses,
the world spins, in compromises.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem