Your skin is cold, but there's light in your eye's.
Your halo is cracked, but you still get the best of me.
Your smile isn't there always but it's still what I dream.
Your thoughts might not always be with me, but I still know them,
or so I thought...
Your smile is hidden from me, but I don't know why
Your skin is chilled, but still warms me
Your thoughts are blocked inside your pretty little mind, far away from me.
Your halo has been broken for some time now, but you are so different.
I don't know you, do I?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem