I remember well
When we first met
In our past lives
You inside a shell
protected from good and bad
by a thick wall
Me inside out
emotions on the surface
like an open wound.
I never saw your tears
though I knew they were there.
You pretended not to see mine
and we moved on.
But now,
In our ethereal words
There is no inside,
There is no outside
There's only you and me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this! this more and less what relationships are! keep posting! HBH